Tony honestly couldn't tell whether he appreciated the redirection after that cool response or was destroyed by how firmly it established that conversation was going nowhere. Talk about bruised egos. Obviously, bringing up the time they had both been left disappointed had been a bad tactic. But the way Tony kept treating her, it was starting to seem like he'd never have a satisfying end to refer to. His hand retreated, tucking with the other between his knees, but there was only a tick of his eyebrow that was covered by his surprised laugh. It was almost easier to think about how he consistently proved himself unworthy of Wanda than to think of her doing something nice for Nick. His brain wasn't formatted to accommodate the number of levels that statement disturbed him, even with Nick out of the equation. If she had been anyone else, he probably wouldn't have thought much about it. But it was Wanda, leverage Wanda, earned it Wanda, and it triggered a certain discomfort that creased Tony's brow for a beat that he passed off as contemplation of the strange request.
He couldn't say he had the most experience with escorts. Tony didn't like to pay for women, there were a million other ways for him to earn that attention. Nick, though, Tony could understand lowering himself like that-- and he seemed to enjoy it, so why stop him? "The concierge will know better than me. He's a knowledgeable man. Maybe we can both learn something," Tony suggested, grinning about the possibilities. There must have been an array of strange and wonderful experiences to pay for in this town. It could be hilarious to kill a night sampling the selection with a friend. After all, Nick did deserve only the best they could find right now. He had just led them through hell, and Tony had cut his arm off for it.