It was the suggestion that something was on his bed that had Tony up on one elbow, peering blearily down towards his feet. Why he expected some eager minx in something red and strappy he wasn't sure; Pepper was never that good to him, not even on Christmas. Accepting this reality, he gave another stretch, rubbing sleep out of his eye and smiling lazily at Pepper, barely seeing her.
"Couldn't he wait another, mmm..." he thought, voice still a dreamy mumble, and dragged himself up and sitting with his pillow clutched to his chest. His moment of consideration ended with his lips pressed to Pepper's jaw, where he stayed to offer huskily, "Twenty minutes?"
He didn't wait for her up-close indignance. He dropped back to the mattress with a wolfish grin, shamelessly stretching onto his stomach with his chin in his hand to consider the breakfast. Cute. Jarvis used to do this sort of thing. For Tony's mom especially-- Dad was usually gone, or if he wasn't still skipped the meal in favour of a good cup of coffee. Wonder where that came from. Even on Christmas, though Tony would happily have breakfast in mom's bed with her then.
He dropped his head down onto his folded arm, looking back at Pepper, just searching blue eyes over his shoulder. "Merry Christmas," he mumbled after a beat, eyelids going heavy again.