That was good, just what she wanted, and she laughed unexpectedly, manic. "Yes, that's right, I should have realized," she held up her hands in a mock apologetic gesture. With a flick of her fingers, the energy dissipated, and her grin was self satisfied. "You aren't brave without your metal suit to hide inside. What is a Stark without a weapon?" Now she rose, too, but instead of moving towards him she turned to the exit. Wanda only got a few feet away before she glanced back, eyebrows raised. Twirling the fingers of her hand, the chatter at the tables around them suddenly stopped and the people all turned to stare at Tony with mute mouths and red glowing eyes. "But we will, Stark. Do this again. Without an audience, it won't go so well for you, the next time." A flick of her hand and the chair Tony had vacated jumped, the people suddenly returned to their conversations as if they'd never ended, and Wanda was gone out the door.