Tony had known about the crush, but it had been hard to think about things clearly. Part of him had definitely been waiting for Pepper to be flung in here now as well. But then she hadn't, and despite his habits of going through women left and right, essentially Tony was the type who needed partnership. Before Pepper it had always been temporary, but the redhead had shown him that he could work well, very well in fact, inside a relationship. At least, in his mind he worked well in it. And generally he was good at apologizing when he mucked things up.
When Annie was finished with her own food he topped off her glass and then took the plates, taking them all to the kitchen sink and then leaving them there. He opened up the fridge, taking out the piece de resistance, some fresh strawberries and the best creme he'd ever tasted, all on a tray. With that and a second bottle of wine, for later, Tony returned to the couch and sat back, lounging and putting his feet up on the coffee table.
"So. You have some concerns regarding other occupants of the building," he said, reclining languidly and putting the tray on his lap, opening up his arm so Annie could join him in a post-dinner haze of booze, fruit, complaining, and physical touching.