When she turned back to him, Tony opened his mouth to mention the opera, or a gala, or just a rich person's fancy party they could crash together. Hell, sometimes it was just fun to wear ridiculously expensive clothes and run around amongst the commoners.... though he suspected she'd like to see the elite, too. But instead of words leaving his mouth he found a set of lips meeting his own, his comment muffled by a very sweet and warm taste.
She didn't end the kiss immediately, and so he didn't either, reaching up and touching her cheek, and then running his tongue over her bottom lip when the kiss finally did end. He pulled back, though only a few inches, looking over her face as if reanalyzing, though he'd already done that. Still it was always the same. When you tasted someone they looked different.
He smiled, then. His charming and winning smile. "Well. Definitely going with that designer again," he said, before he carefully took the earrings and closed the lid of their box. "How about you put your dress back in the box, I'll pull your plate over here, and we'll eat and drink until we can start laughing and complaining at the same time?"