Tony was wearing a suit. He didn't like to wear suits, but he knew Pepper would probably want him to wear one, and really if it was going on TV he should make an effort.
Sitting in the backseat with the ever present glass of scotch, he wondered if Pepper would flirt with him today. It was a little game he played with himself. How much could he get her to grin, would the banter go into innuendo, although usually he guessed on her part it was entirely on accident.
Never on his, obviously.
Still, seeing Pepper, regardless of anything he was supposed to do while said seeing was going on, would be the highlight of his day. Tony had a grin on his face, and it had nothing to do with the scotch.