There was a piece of paper stuck to his face. With the exception of the beautiful woman curled up at his side, that was the first thing that Tony Stark noticed when he woke. Paper. Face. Stuck. Wincing at the shooting, sharp pain that had been attacking his skull from the very moment in which he decided to open his eyes, Tony slapped a hand to his face and grabbed at the sheet attached to his forehead. A squint at the first row of jumbled numbers immediately informed him that it was preparations for the Johnson meeting he was due to attend at...some point. In the future. Or was he supposed to be at that one yesterday morning? Tony shrugged, tossed the paper aside, and replaced the spot that the paper had been clinging to with his hand. Days and nights of hungover experience told him that rubbing at his head wouldn't make the throbbing go away, but he was a stubborn man. He did it anyway.
"Not planned for you," Tony retorted, "I knew exactly where I was going to wake up this morning." He smirked in spite of himself and arched a brow at her hasty suggestion. "You work for me. I'm your boss. Your boss says that you should stay a while. Enjoy the fine comforts of -" He paused. There wasn't much flair he could put into the floor of his office, even if it was on the relatively exquisite side. "- me." Him. Yeah, sure. That worked.
Tony sat upright and shifted his hand to the back of his head. Nope. Still not helping the hangover. Coffee, as per Felicia's suggestion, however...
But then she got all serious. Started talking about going out. Properly. He knew that he should have been taking her out more and giving her the attention that she deserved, but Tony had so easily lost track of time. There was so much to do. So many people to do it for. How could he really savor being with the person he cared about if he wasn't absolutely certain that she was protected? He didn't comment on the first part and instead chose to keep at the more fun part of their conversation. "We closed that deal because they all saw how quality of a businesswoman you are," Tony commented proudly. He dropped his gaze. "And cleavage. They saw cleavage."