The fact he was able to make a more genuine joke made Martha relax slightly, some of her worry easing. Distractions she could do, hopefully very well. That was her plan anyway. "It's true, and when you mope you frown a bit, and no one wants lines on that pretty face of yours, especially right here," she reached up and playfully tickled the space between his eyes.
She turned so she could jump to sit on the counter, evening out the height difference between them slightly. "I ate earlier," she nodded. "Belle seems to think part of her job is to fuss over us and feed us on a regular basis. And she's remarkably pushy for a Disney princess." Martha was very fond of the woman though, and had to admit, she did cook well. "So I am all yours, with whatever you want to do." She tugged him closer again so she could reach over to kiss him. Because damn, he was a good kisser. Martha really hadn't been looking for any kind of relationship, but Tony had just managed to make her forget all of that, finding a place in her heart that she hadn't quite named yet, but made her happy all the same.