Not that she would fool anyone, anyway. Surprise, maybe, if the disguise was particularly innovative, but Tony wasn't buying any of it. He knew her body too well, he'd seen her roll her eyes like that with enough different faces to identify the gesture like a fingerprint. Or maybe he just told himself that, so he didn't live in constant terror of his friends. He would know her if he saw her. He would.
His smile was a little easier as she stretched out and abandoned the innocent facade, but short lived. All of those questions sounded like an interrogation, and he didn't come down here to talk about himself. Clasping his hands together between his knees, he shrugged with a pout, like he hadn't really thought that far ahead. "Out," he offered, then met her stare expectantly. It wasn't like it mattered to her, she was stuck here either way and she knew he wouldn't just let her fade away. If that was his game plan, he would have fed her to the crowd instead of wasting food on her. "You get lonely?" he asked and raised a hand to his lips again, pressing a finger across them to listen attentively, done talking.