Not quite. There was no gain in hiding his disappointment, so Tony watched her retreat with a dark desire that he blinked away as he rolled his shoulders back, glancing toward the window and the light of reality with a deep, grounding breath, her perfume still lingering enough to bring Tony's hand to his heart. Back home, he would pull her back, she might warn him or even slap him then kiss him back when he caught her lips. Here, she was a married woman, and Tony Stark had his own code of ethics; she had to make the effort, and Tony was confident she would, eventually. It would take a profound force to keep them apart.
"Thank you, Mrs. S-Potts," he allowed, making a move to take up his coffee again, cool now compared to the heat under Tony's skin. He watched her go out of the corner of his eye, hand dropping down his chest to his stomach until he was alone again and sighing in the stillness, letting his eyes fall closed. Maybe a nap wouldn't be so hard. He could work from the couch.