"God, you're spoiled," she teased, lifting her chin up in a preening manner before proving her point and giving him a kiss on the cheek. Tony was hardly ever on the receiving end of her affection, but she could, you know, find it within herself to give him a little attention when the mood struck. She was horrible with gifts anyway, that seemed to be her safest bet. "Happy birthday," she said without giving him too much room to respond in a way that might earn him a smack in place of that kiss as Jessica had already moved on from it and was fixed on the familiar face greeting them at their table. Wicked, Pietro's girlfriend. But where was Pietro? She cast Tony something of a suspicious glance before turning back to smile at her. "Hello, Wicked."