Tony laughed again, backing away finally to give Pietro his space while Tony teased him, palms towards him defensively. "I'm not mocking it, Pie-pie," he pointed out, and twirled away to head through the room towards the couch. Waving his hands, he added, "I said I liked it."
Though Pietro was quite right; maybe he could do with a bit of a trim. Tony had a barber to send him to. He didn't sit, though he stopped in front of a chair, glancing around the room and shoving his hands in his pockets restlessly until he was finally looking back at Pietro again with stiff shoulders and a slowly growing smile.