"This is work," Tony muttered as though to himself, "I see." Way to shatter the fantasy. His grin was particularly impish, though, as he slid from the desk and down to his knee, coaxing Wicked's ankles up over his shoulders as he bent so he could follow the line of her legs up to her back with a kiss to her knee and up her thigh. Then he scooped her up out of his chair and graciously asked, "Out the door or over the balcony?"