This was getting tired, or maybe it was just the years that were tired; everyone else his age had to take a rest over by the bar while the young and spry came over to wish the old man a happy, happy birthday. Tony was going to have to come up with a really, humiliatingly menial job to occupy Pepper for the next two weeks, give her time to think over her crimes. He gave a long-suffering sigh like Kate's hug was the only good thing he had left to him in this life, and, despite all of his narcissistic melancholy, he was glad to see her alive and well. "Please, this is a safe space," he insisted, shrugging off her excuses like they had no business bothering with the birthday wishes at all. Shameless ogling was his specialty. "Smart, too," he answered coyly, cocking his head like he was happy to watch Kate's blossoming crush walk away, too. "Intern. Highly competitive, you know?" If Tony could actually remember the kid's name he might have been teasing. It would come to him. He could make love happen. With a small, outraged gasp, he realized, "Don't tell me your university boys aren't satisfying you." That wasn't a huge surprise if Cassie was still with her limp noodle of a 'boyfriend'. Tony knew that kid was no good, he could feel it.