It did abruptly, with Tony simply leaving the conversation at "Yeah, okay," and the whole penthouse went silent. His annoyance was gone with a deep breath; it was all part of the job, he'd been dealing with idiots his whole life, he had to be able to easily recover. He stared down at his toes, wiggling them, thinking about Wanda's shoes and his nose was scrunched when he looked up to stare at the window and caught sight of his reflection. Tugging on it more didn't really fix his hair.
He took the stairs two at a time and when he joined her on the bed it was a careless and heavy drop, flat onto his back for a luxurious stretch, forcing away any lingering negativity. "Did you eat, or are we...?" he started to ask when he sat up, gesturing vaguely towards her general appearance with a twirl of his hand, then grinning and finishing the twirl with the sleeve of her dress between his fingers and his knuckles brushing her shoulder.