Sigh. Clearly he was beyond the event horizon. Ground control to Major Tom, take your protein pills and put your helmet on.
"Oh, I doubt I could manage the splash you do when you enter a room. Unless I aimed for the punch table, and let me tell you, I'm rarely aiming."
He took the offered arm but felt like an idiot doing it. Tony Stark had never been awkward around women, but he felt like he was being herded. Or displayed. Likely it was the second option.