"Dandy," Tony replied with a wide smile that was gone too fast for it to reach his eyes. It was nothing Happy had to worry about anyway. Though, he was looking a bit like he would be thankful for some distraction from his awkward post. Tony left him with another clap on the shoulder and a reassuring thumb up, suggesting, "Mingle. I saw Vitali Klitschko a second ago." He boxed the air with his free arm as he backed away with a wink, the other still clutched to his chest then cradled when he spun around and put his back to Happy, his good humour gone just as fast.
Keeping his head down, Tony did his best to maneuver towards the kitchen, searching the crowd for that indispensable red-head.