As soon as Wicked's protests began, Tony was ready to talk over her, waving a hand to dial back the tension so Wicked could enjoy herself without any incident on her mind, "No, sweetheart, listen, it's okay, I got work to do, it's not a big deal." That gift, and Steve's inevitably strained reaction, did sound like a sight to behold, but Tony was already on his feet with his own things under his arm to kiss Wicked goodbye. He had probably reached his relaxation quota anyhow, and the lab was waiting, as ever. "Thank you, this is a treat," he assured her so she could go forth and inflict her gift giving with confidence and set up a marvelously layered performance piece for innocent bystanders. As for Tony, as he slipped through the door into the cooler hallway, he raised a hand to the tickle at his ear and rubbed at the blood that came away on his fingers, thinking he would leave these gifts where he would be sure they wouldn't be watching him until he knew who he could trust.