Tony didn't doubt that. A little attention could be a helpful tool, though; he knew a nice view didn't hurt when someone wanted him to open up. He was already opening up a little bit admiring that neckline. Maybe she was having trouble sleeping, too, and they could end this night in a mutually beneficial way.
"Yup," was all he said to the accusation, tilting minutely away from her touch, not entirely supportive of the decision himself. He liked his beard. It was a great beard. Other people liked his beard-- mostly. Some women found it increasingly less alluring the closer they got to it, but they rarely got to the point in the relationship where anyone else could make any decisions about his facial hair. Not that anyone else ever would. But most people also knew Tony for his beard, and he could name half the people in this room already. It would grow back.
"Do you want to compare legs next, or do you have any gossip for me first?" he asked, not really giving her the choice when he took the champagne from her again to leave it with Tarzan and took her hand in his.