"No," Tony admitted, eyebrow raised and pointing to her, accepting that she did present a few clever options. Tony just didn't much like any of them. At least he knew now what should have been obvious; she wasn't here for his benefit in any way. Which was all right, worse things had happened, there were other long-legged beauties out there willing to inflate his ego. Not many of them stood such a good chance at being able to hold him down, though.
"If you want your little knives, though, you're out of luck, sweetheart," he pointed out, sweeping both hands out grandly to invite her to her most thorough search. She had probably already done that, though, hadn't she? "I left them with someone who might appreciate them more, but we can go see him if you don't want to wait for that champagne." He wasn't sure if he was allowed to move yet without her decapitating him, so his arms slowly dropped to slip his hands into his pockets, his feet rooted to the spot.