"If there's one rule about strip Jenga, it's that nobody remains fully clothed by the end of the game," Tony said pointedly, a knowing glint in his eye. "And even if that did happen, you shouldn't be so sure you'd be opposed to it."
He was a bit curious about just how drunk she'd gotten off of whatever mud the other Tony had had access too, and how much of his own very selective supply he could get her to take.
"Go on. I'm not really one for gabfests," he said. he was confident that Jarvis would be able to handle himself with her, and he wasn't interested in going all over his own tower unnecessarily. He jerked his head towards the elevator in invitation as Jarvis opened it, eyes still on his work. He'd finish up what he was doing, then have Jarvis bring her back to his living quarters for a more civilized meet and greet. Something more comfortable.