Tony had already put an arm out to bar her as the party tromped into the room, keeping a suspicious eye on them until they were clear of the door again, so he readily took her hand. Honestly, she was probably much better equipped to put up a fight here, hating witches so much probably left this culture at a tactical disadvantage, and Tony didn't even have his suit. He was just a weird, weak alien here. They knew about the limits of his abilities as well as he knew about theirs, though, and hopefully they could keep it vague for as long as possible. "That's very generous of you, thank you," Tony agreed diplomatically, sounding just too practiced after the defensive display. He didn't have to voice his question when he glanced at the boxes, the Councilor ready to make his opinion of their manner of dress clear in his voice when he explained he had provided proper dinner attire.
"This shirt was $700, it's custom," Tony said as soon as the door was closed again. "Do you think that opens now? Or do we wait to be collected?" Tony could remain optimistic. If they wanted to confine them, they could have just as easily thrown them in jail. The pageantry didn't have an obvious purpose, except that these people seemed to enjoy a bit of pageantry. There better not have been one of those dresses for him in those boxes.