As Nick took his most graceful leave, Tony rolled his shoulders, gritting his teeth and giving a shake of his head, like he was left with a bad taste in his mouth. To combat this, he spun quickly to halt a curious server who had been carefully inching his way towards the hole blasted through Tony Stark's living room wall. He snapped to attention the moment Stark rounded on him, almost dropping the tray of sugar plums he carried in his fervor, staring straight ahead even as the host smiled his appreciation and plucked a treat from his tray. It was here, with the sugar plum touched to his lips, that Tony spied Miss Sue Storm over the waiter's shoulder.
His eyebrows raised, he gave a flourish of his free hand and a reverent bow of his head in greeting. Licking sugar from his lips, he wound his way through the crowd moving slowly onto the deck to stop before her with a grin. Absently, he finger the lapel of her jacket, giving it the gentlest tug, mumbling, "It is a little chilly out there, good idea." The corner of his mouth tugged into a smirk that he couldn't subdue no matter how he tried, so it remained when he asked, "Going to wish me a merry Christmas yet?"