She looked mad now, but it would be worth it, hopefully, maybe. Tony wasn't the best judge. Taking the shoes just to toss them carelessly out of reach probably wasn't appealing, but he didn't actually want the shoes, what did she think he would want shoes for? Ridiculous. He hooked his own toe around the leg of her chair to tug her closer, where it was easy for him in his hunched position to reach her knee, follow the line of her calf and pick her foot up off of the floor (meticulously cleaned, but still a relatively public area where she should not have been putting her stockinged feet in the first place) and into his lap. "Do you really want to spend time with that guy anyway? Pharmaceutical people are always in their own league of morally bankrupt. Never mind weapons development. There's committing horrible, thoughtless acts on innocent people, then there's taking advantage of their weakness. It's better if you keep some distance," he was saying idly as he carefully massaged his thumb along the arch of her foot, testing the reaction. He didn't really believe in his own comparison, but it sounded pretty good, especially if Pepper thought Tony believed in someone worse than him.