It wasn't clear to Tony what was so wrong with his lips, so he had to pout at that distinct rejection and was only mildly appeased by that pat. Okay, he rather enjoyed it, but it was still rejection. He passed his hand up Bruce's back to squeeze his shoulder and turn the kiss to his cheek instead in apology. "I would have been, my dear, but you didn't tell me you had Jessica tucked away in a suite. I like this," he said, circling a finger between them and the burgeoning relationship he was clearly imagining. "What are you doing here?" he asked Jess, jabbing that finger her way and only open to hearing 'riding Bruce like a raging green pony'.
He wasn't going to hear those sweet words, though. They couldn't even get through a sexually charged reunion without irritable men in uniforms approaching them, asking gruffly, "Dr. Banner?" Tony drew himself up straight, smoothing his jacket over his stomach and cocking a brow, ready to make all manner of legal threats if they were taking that tone. "There's been a complaint," the uniforms reported.
In the end, it was probably better for everyone that they agreed to be out on the curb with all of their baggage. Apparently, those twins were the crazy kind of hot and told the hotel that Bruce had been harassing them, and the hotel calmly requested that they please leave. Tony stared longingly back at the doors, sure he had missed out on something truly special there, but had to sigh and look ahead into the warm California night. "I'm staying with Sal," he offered, pursing his lips then giving Bruce a slow, lopsided grin.