Far more efficient. Tony wiggled his fingers experimentally, surprised at the sensation of his muscle knitting back together at that speed and the residual tingling of her power, making him even more stiff and careful of his arm. The moment Wanda left, he went "Hmm," and flopped onto his side, the comforter puffing and slowly deflating displaced air around him with his arm still clutched to his chest. He could have milked that with Pepper.
He caught Wanda's hand before she could go again, taking the towel from her to toss carelessly away and pulling her back onto the bed with an arm snaked around her waist to hold her hip to his stomach. Propping his head up in his hand, he grinned devilishly up at her, then subdued it into desperate sincerity to say, "A hundred pictures, and I wouldn't think it was enough."