Tony noticed her shifting closer to him as she spoke and a brow lifted up questioningly. Well, this was definitely intimate to say the least. He was about to ask her why he wasn't fully buying the not playing games bit when she whispered into his ear. After kissing him on the neck. Something like that felt rather intimate and he couldn't suppress the faint shiver that ran through him or the reaction it had on him. He was a man after all in the presence of a beautiful woman.
Spotting the champagne bottle, he eased away from Katherine and moved over to it, shrugging out of his jacket and laying it over a chair. "I think you do like playing games Katherine," he countered, glancing at her as he picked up the bottle from where it had been chilled. "But something tells me it's only with a certain type of person. The rest you cut to the chase with." He expertly pried the cork out, not losing any of the bubbly liquid, and poured two glasses. He replaced the bottle and moved back over to the bed, offering Katherine one of the flutes.
"I'll be blunt. I wasn't expecting something this intimate so soon after just meeting you," he said, figuring honesty might be best for now. He took a good sip of his champagne, relieved he had eaten prior to coming. And a nap too. Something told him this could be a long night.