As far as Tony was concerned, there was only one guest he needed to pay any attention to at the moment. After all, Wanda was the one chastising him about Pepper working so hard for this party-- there must have been enough entertainment to make Tony's accessibilty negligible. He dropped onto his back, sprawled unselfconsciously and shamelessly twisting his head to invite her to continue her indulgence. There was still a faint tingle in his joints, and the hand he skimmed up his chest to touch just his fingertips to his collar bone didn't quite feel his own yet, while the other drifted up Wanda's side over silky fabric to encourage her along with him, feeling just skin underneath where his thumb stroked under her arm.
"I don't know if I'll be able to stop you at two," he said, though, for what Wanda thought she needed to apologize for at all he wasn't sure at the moment. Anyone being so kindly attentive couldn't possibly have much to be blamed for. On the other hand, Tony still owed her an absolutely prodigal thanks for saving his life, however many times she chose to count, and would be willing to build credit. He was just that considerate.