Now that was a bit far. Tony's mouth dropped open, shocked that Cassie would imply he was grandma age when that realm of teasing was only kosher from his own lips. She wouldn't tell her girlfriend she was fat, would she? This wouldn't stand; she definitely wasn't getting an autograph now.
He didn't know if he wanted to accept that hug now or if he was too geriatric to take it, but it was hard to deny once her arms were around him and he kept a hand around her wrist when she stepped back, looking back with her. "I think so," he ventured, though he couldn't really be sure, either, "He hasn't checked in." Shrugging, he turned a suspicious eye on Cassie and asked, "Why, did you remember it was his birthday and neglect to tell your boss?" She definitely wasn't getting her job back at this rate, at best taking a severe pay cut. Making sure Tony functioned like a thoughtful human being was her job.