"Shot face first. I like that. Get rid of my vanity. But can you blame me with a face like this?" he said, flourishing a hand beside his jawline and batting his eyes.
He had seen Tony's building but, unfortunately, it had only been enough to see the first four letters of his name. Another building had always been blocking the last letter. For weeks he'd wondered about the "Star" building.
"Superhero? Jia you, Tony!" he said on the edge of sarcasm, dryly at any rate. ((literally meaning "Adding fuel" but used colloquially as cheering or urging someone on. "Go, Tony!"))
He sipped as Tony spoke again.
"Trust me, I know from being a beautiful blonde myself that one should keep quiet around them. We don't do well with information. Our heads explode" he said with a chuckle. And then. "Wait. You have a tower? Like, a structure? That's yours. A tall building? That's kind of ridiculous. I mean, not that I mean that in a bad way. But," and he laughed, giggles not being able to be kept at bay, "C'mon. Tell me you have enough self awareness to realize...Tony! A tower!" He laughed again. "That's great. This is great." He indicated the drink. "You're great!"
And perhaps some of his sleep deprivation was showing.