She took the drink without protest. Good. They were going out for drinks, after all - there was no need for Felicia to hold out on the alcohol, particularly not when the alcohol in question was excellent in taste. A lot of things had changed ever since Tony had fallen through that seal. His fine choice in drinks of all shapes and sizes had not, which was something he considered a blessing more than anything else. Bar Pepper being here now, of course.
Thank you, you delightful, little cashews, Tony thought to himself, watching unashamedly as Felicia bent over to reach for the snack, leaving him with a fantastic view in the process. A little part of him was more than sure that Felicia had pulled that stunt on him on purpose, but who was he to complain? Did a homeless person complain when someone tossed a sandwich their way? Did a street performer protest when someone dropped a few dollars into their instrument case? Did a stripper build offense when one asked her for a lap dance that would inevitably put a wad of cash into her pocket? No, none of them complained. They all smiled, nodded, and said thank you and Tony Stark was going to do the very same whenever he found himself with a view like the one he was witnessing now.
A view that, unfortunately, ended far too soon for his tastes. He'd have to remedy that later.
"Showy? What? What's too showy?" Tony tried for casual and disinterested. "Oh, are we talking about your clothes? You look nice. It's a good look for you." The limo rounded a corner, bringing them closer to the cafe that they were due to meet Pepper at. Tony reached over and tugged at the collar of his suit. "I know I look fat in my Iron Man suit, but what about this one?"