That demanding customer presented a moral conundrum for Tony where a high-pitched bark of a laugh eventually won out over indignant protectiveness over Cassie. If it were anyone else, it would have been funny straight through to get told off while trying to do the same to Tony, and she looked all hard edged, jaw set and brow knit like a tiny, little Steve. Okay, it was really funny. Enough that her tug sent Tony pitching dangerously unbalanced and forced him to get serious before he fell off the counter. "Sir, yes, sir," he purred with a jaunty salute before obediently climbing down. Not completely serious.
"Where's that..." Cassie was already gone by the time Tony was searching around for his third, half-finished cappuccino, making him glance around in bewilderment when he found it. He had to take a thoughtful sip and make the educated guess to meander into the employee lounge. "Did you want one of these?" he offered when he found Cassie again, waving back the way he had come because he had gotten reasonably good at it while she was sleeping away his productive morning. Really, he wanted to show her-- "Don't move, just a second," he was a pro.