She said that like there was a club they had both earned membership to and there had been boundless opportunities to get to know each other, making Tony chuckle incredulously as he meticulously repacked his gift with one hand. "We did," he corrected, "she honoured me with a dance..." He meant to finish 'at your wedding', but it didn't seem in good taste anymore to bring it up (not after he couldn't even stick around long enough to help, like always, such an asshole...) and the circumstance was plain enough. Point was, after Tony cleared his throat and looked down into the box, fidgeting despite the balanced and efficient perfection of its packing, he had taken thorough advantage of the opportunity he did have to talk to Wicked's friend. "I would say you've been keeping us apart," he accused when his characteristic wry grin was back in place, eyebrow raised suspiciously. "Here you are, I know all of these people, you eat my food and marry my Lost Boy--do I embarrass you, is that it?"