It took Tony a beat to realize he was meant to follow, especially with that subtle change in the air tweaking his attention and making his lips part with a question he hadn't fully formulated or, really, even drafted. Okay...Oh. He skipped after Ms. Frost to catch up, enjoying the benefits of the lag while he had the chance. At least one person was still looking. "It is an appreciable sight," he admitted out of the corner of his mouth as his shoulder touched Emma's, like this was a secret he meant to keep from her. That wasn't really any good, though. Not the view, that was impeccable, but the lack of attention was a new sensation and absolutely poorly timed. Tony could really use those rumours right about then.
Just before they made their unhurried exit, Tony locked eyes with a girl carrying a well-polished tray of champagne. He offered her his most practiced roguish smile, getting an unsure one in return, and, so clumsy of him, knocked her shoulder as he passed. She fumbled, but kept a hold on her tray, dropping only a pair of glasses and spilling the others down her front. Tony hissed apologetically, but his hand was on Emma's back and he hurried her still out of the room. "This is getting dangerous already," he announced, "I'm not sure I can be trusted alone."