Good god, was this real, was Jan fucking with him right now? It was like somebody molded this gal out of the frustrating ends of dreams stolen from him by the phone ringing, and Tony had to give her a skeptical eyeballing to try to see the edges of his hallucination. Wait, that wasn't the kind of reveal he wanted to happen yet. She had been kind enough to get straight to the point for him, clearly they were on some kind of schedule here. "Yes. God, yes," he said definitively before he rationalized himself out of an opportunity, not to any one thing she had to say in particular but whatever whole package she was selling, immediately. Which did lend itself to the apologetic follow up admission, "It could be said that I am not the model of self-restraint." Which wasn't to say he was not prepared to do his best, and anyway, what was control without a teeny bit of resistance? Just a little.