"Sure you weren't," Colleen teased, pulling Tony's hand away because she was actually kind of ticklish there. It would explain the involuntary twitch and suppressed laughter. "We would prefer the option with the least contact," and Colleen placed a great amount of emphasize on that as she simultaneously aimed light, playful punches at his chest, her hand holding the pudding elevated. She could do a lot of damage with that if necessary. "How long are we out for?"