It was becoming increasingly obvious that Tony was going to have to make his intentions very clear before this girl started interpreting his words properly. His eyebrows shot up, and he was almost starting to regret this venture and understand just what Cap's issue was; it wasn't some outdated sense of propriety or a to-a-fault kindness, it was just Lorna. She just might slit her wrists if he said the wrong thing, and saying the right thing was a very narrow gamut. Not that Tony was looking to say a whole lot to her-- he was hoping this was going to be easy because he didn't need much more than that right now.
Her shift was enough of a cue for him, leaning in to meet her with a touch to her hand again, passing a calloused thumb over her white knuckles and dipping his head until his nose almost touched her temple and he knew all of her air was his scent. "Call me Tony," he suggested, grinning again and giving her just that second to adjust again before purring, "It sounds better when you're moaning it later."