The address did give Tony pause and he prayed it sounded like so much bad mojo to him because it was a familiar hotel with bad, if well deserved, memories, but a quick double-check confirmed worse. Either she found him unnervingly transparent or there was a lesson to be learned here that Ms. Frost helpfully wrenched sound with her observation. One would think. Faulty wiring, though, meant Tony never remembered the lessons quite like he did the positive reinforcement, though having this same conversation with himself was getting pretty tiring.
Not bothering to hide his discomfort with her choice of locale, Tony sat primly beside her, his arm spread across the back of the seat but not looking so inclined to persue easy avenues of affection. He did clear his throat and scrub his eye while he composed the best course of distraction from whatever she would have him walk into, and eventually noted, "If you want to spank me, Ms. Frost, I'm sure your own bedroom is well enough equipped." It wasn't so much a suggestion as an invitation for Emma to explain herself before Tony beat a hasty retreat.