His eyebrows had quirked in acknowledgment that she'd said something while he drank a few more swallows of soda, and he was watching her out of the corner of his eye touching his beloved car.
Tony had just started to put the soda can down when he saw the lingerie, obviously picked to attract his attention just from the colors alone, and his muscles flexed in response and caused his hand to clench and crush the can. "Oh shit! Damn..." he sputtered as Coca-Cola now ran down his fingers and wrist and dripped onto the waterproof keyboard. Thank God for that. He'd shorted out one too many in the past from instances of falling asleep with a cup of coffee nearby.
"I, uh, that's nice, Pepper, really it is but..." and he was about to start rambling off the excuses of why he didn't feel like doing anything with her.