"Sure," Tony agreed immediately, but he was still staring at her and slowly sucked his lips between his teeth, not sure where to go from there and convinced she might do something worse, like have a total breakdown instead of this open facial suffering, if he dared to move. God, that must have been bad, that must have been horrible, this wasn't even a reputation thing. She liked a vodka martini, that much was clear. Champagne, too, but that taste wasn't as strong. "You did great tonight, very ethereal, maybe next time you could-- I'm sorry, I should have stopped it, it was bad and I know better," he did his very best to divert.