Karla watched him as his hands wandered, someone was enjoying himself. She stretched lazily under his touch, not making a fuss."It's a losing battle to have you be within fashionable lateness, but I try. It wouldn't do to have you considered 'the goatee-less Stark', would it?" Lifting an eyebrow, she gave him an expectant look. "I will arrange for the limo to come around and the liquor to be primed for your need."