That was a nice change. Whatever the intention, Tony felt instantly forgiven for the scene the moment Emma's hair touched her shoulders, and he almost did the same if he could find an excuse. Ah, but where were his manners? It was winter in New York City and he had just rushed her out of her cozy gala into the cold. He took a breath as if to answer, then slid out of his jacket instead to drape it over her shoulders, taking care to ensure the lapels laid flat before he spoke. "Sounds like a waste of money," he finally said and pouted long enough to mourn the passing of that moment before bringing them to the next. "Taxi?"
He didn't really need an answer for that. There was a cluster of them, waiting like vultures for the good business to appear from these doors, and already the nearest was waving them into the car after watching intently for that shift in body language. Tony didn't even have to raise a hand. He graciously opened the door for Ms. Frost and bowed her in, asking, "Where to, m'lady?" like he might actually listen to what she had to say.