Tony actually smirked at the last comment, an indication that the alcohol was finally overcoming his liver's usually intense resistence and affecting him.
"Yeah. Most people who stick around long enough figure that out," he said, only half sarcastically. Most people he got seriously drunk around already knew who he was, or were so blitzed themselves he could get them into bed with no effort. Anybody else, like Wash, were happy coincidences. At least, for them it was happy. Tony personally didn't like too many people knowing he was a "good" person. That was too much pressure and obligation. Or at least not a bad one.
"Tell her the poetry you were thinking, but run it by a crdible female resource first. Women are strange, sometimes they think romantic stuff is stalkerish," he suggested. He wouldn't suggest Annie as a reading resource, because for what he planned, Wash and Annie could never meet. He didn't think his new girlfriend would approve of his ideas, and he didn't know Wash well enough to trust him around her. He said he was hung up on his wife, but a lot of men said that, and Annie was an obvious catch.