When she fell in front of him, Tony almost scrambled back, leaning back on his hands with one heel digging into the carpet. That they were taking a hiatus from the match didn't sink in until he found himself laughing at her voicing his thoughts, making him realize how ridiculous and how much of a sore loser he was. Whatever they were doing, there were no rules to cheat on. He didn't flinch that time, nose wrinkled with his amusement, and didn't even contrast the gentle touch to her usual hardened aggression until she was pulling at his shirt and he had to raise an eyebrow. He didn't tug away, but his muscles jumped, tight and anxious under her scrutiny which eventually had him laughing again. A softer, bemused chuckle, finally saying, "I've taken worse."