Wanda was neither particularly surprised nor bothered that no more information was forthcoming concerning Tony's plight. If he didn't want to tell her, it didn't much matter, there were far more important matters at hand. She acquiesced happily to his inexorable pull and the fingers of one of her hands twisted in his already unruly hair while the other restlessly caressed his skin.
"Such a terrible host," she whispered huskily before kissing his jaw, "Neglecting a houseful of guests." Despite her scolding, Wanda did not seem at all inclined to let him go back downstairs. Her mouth became rather distracted with the task of leaving kisses on his jaw, down his neck, in the hollow between his collar bones. She lifted her face then to gaze up at him with a smirk. "I think, Tony, that I owe you an apology or two." Her roving hand slid down to his waist where she began the arduous task of unclasping his belt.