That gave an extra twist of amusement to Tony's smile while he rolled his sleeve, and an innocent roll of his eyes. Clearly, he hadn't slighted her too badly. Maybe he could pass all of the blame onto someone else. The jet needed refueling. Something.
Carefully, he settled into the edge of the tub, just testing the water with one finger drifting away from his grip on the plastic. It was him that was scolding then-- rather, gently nagging, as he said, "You should have waited for me." His fingers skimmed her knee then, and he explained, "I think I left something in there, do you mind if I...?" The questioning twist of his brow didn't last long, not with the grin he couldn't press away, and his hand was gliding down the inside of her thigh.