With his smile growing with every comment, Tony tucked the tray under his arm, straightening with his head cocked with curiosity. Cute accent. Cute smile. Indulged his ego. The Stark Hotel attracted only the best patronage.
"Then you must know I am prepared to make your stay here the most pleasurable experience," he offered, keeping a hand in his pocket and his voice the light, welcoming one of a host, but his chin tilted up to watch her through half-lidded eyes and his tongue touched his tooth before his smirk turned into a genuinely friendly grin. "But here I am only guessing a lot of wonderful things about you. You'll have to indulge me, because it's embarrassing checking the registry to find out a beautiful girl's name." He didn't quite sit then, but made half a step back towards the lounge chair behind him, tray sliding from under his arm to swing from his fingers.