He couldn't keep the smirk suppressed while she held his gaze, letting it slowly grow as he tried to formulate a more overtly sexual follow-up, but was beat to it and left briefly choked again when she broke the contact. Was that an invitation? They couldn't possibly be on the same page. This was his hired assassin, cold as ice, two steps ahead even though he could follow her every move. Maybe he should test the waters before diving in, because the forecast didn't exactly call for beach weather.
"The service is a little slow, I bet I could put you in a better mood by the time we get a bottle of champaigne up here." Not many tested the water by dunking their head in the pool, but Tony Stark found it generally worked in his favour. He certainly had the experience to prove it. His hand rubbed across the soft cotton of his undershirt on his chest before hooking over the collar, keeping it from rubbing across any part of her and getting cut off. At least he had that kind of decency.