When Felicia realized that Tony wasn't going to go off on a rant on the rights and wrongs of thievery, she admitted what Tony already knew: she had gone off to snatch and steal. Personally, Tony didn't think that there'd be much in Lawrence worth stealing – he was more a bigger picture sort of person, after all, and he found that if he were a thief, he'd only be after top of the line technology and equipment (which, frankly, wouldn't matter anyway, because he was pretty sure that he had the ability to replicate and double the quality of anything he'd want to steal as a criminal, but he digressed) – but if that was what Felicia felt she had to do in her free time, then who was he to lecture her about it? He invented. She stole. So long as she didn't steal anything from him, Tony didn't see any point in getting all high and mighty about it.
Unless Felicia deliberately did something foolish enough to land herself in an area of extreme trouble. Then Tony found that he'd have every right to be angry with her and then some.
“Your party was a disaster,” Tony countered, immediately enjoying the little rise he'd gotten out of her. “Sure, we danced. People laughed. There was music, food, and all the expected forms of merry entertainment that a party like that should have, but no one went home happy and that, Miss Hardy, is undeniably crucial to any well arranged event, don't you think?”
It was highly unlikely that Tony would abandon any party of Felicia's in the future out of fear that he'd be turned into Wayne again, but he found the banter between himself and Felicia entertaining. If he had to choose between sulking on the roof alone in the dark versus giving Felicia a hard time over something that Tony knew had been out of her control, he was definitely going to go for the banter. “And for the record? Yes. I blame both you and Phoebe, because I'm fair like that. You couldn't pay me to come to another party hosted by either of you.”
The flicker of a smile that tipped it's way across his mouth was an obvious indication that he wasn't being serious, though Tony didn't put a voice to the fact. Instead he moved to lean over the little brick wall that had been built along the edge of the roof, resuming the former stance he'd taken on prior to Felicia's unexpected arrival. "The view. Also, I'm something of a mind reader, and I suspected that you would magically drop in with a stolen sapphire. Am I good or what?"