Just as Tony was ready to fall into a chair and settle in for what looked to be a long battle teasing information out of her, there was another knock at the door. He put up a hand to stop Wanda, her money still clutched to his palm, because they had to settle once and for all just what the delivery guy thought of this arrangement and not leave him with any nagging curiosity. That could be a disaster, and Tony was here as a force of good. Unerringly fast, he whipped his tie and jacket to the floor and scrubbed a hand through his hair while the other tugged his fly open and was unlocking the door before the guy had to knock twice. Wanda wasn't the only one who could craft a salacious greeting. "Hey, little late," he hissed huskily through a crack in the door, shoved the money out and snatched the food in. As soon as the door was slammed shut, Tony's well-sexed, disheveled slouch was replaced with a straight back and sharp, wicked glance Wanda's way, but his voice was still a low purr when he said a little too loud, "Where were we?" Only after he heard retreating footsteps did he lament, "Shit, that could have used a petname. Next time. We're brainstorming."
Twirling a finger in the air as though he really expected Wanda to start offering names for consideration, he sauntered into her kitchen to tear into her food and decide how much of it he might leave her with. She was being nice, he could be nice. "Just him, right?" he asked with a shrug toward the door, "No one else I have to scare off? Because I hate showing my jealous side, it gets some people's noses broken, but I will if I have to."