Tony just rolled his eyes as Warren got up, but the crafty angel knew how to push his buttons with that walk. Then again, Warren had been pushing Tony's buttons for years. If tony had any buttons left unpushed they probably were only the most dark and depraved kind.
By the time Warren got to the bar, Tony couldn't tear his eyes away, caught in rapt attention. He wasn't even expecting the digital camera, and at first it's flash just made him blink. After a moment he realized what Warren had done, and sat up some on one arm, frowning.
"Hey! No evidence!" he cried out, trying to be cross.. but not really. Tony had a feeling Warren would find interesting ways to use the camera, once enough Scotch had been applied to liberally whet his pallet.
Smirking, Tony fell back, unable to quite keep the soft laugh that passed his lips before he sighed out a happy sigh.
Yeah. Tony was glad that Warren had come home again.