[ There's a quip on his tongue, something about first Strange wanted to undress him, and now he wants to dress him. He mercifully doesn't voice it, taking a large sip of his scotch to keep that as an inside thought. ] Just make sure they're red. [ Is what he goes with saying instead, flirtatious half-smile on his face as he glances over at the sorcerer.

Besides, if he was going to learn magic, that meant he'd have a pretty air tight excuse reason to stick around Stephen. Not that he needed a reason. It just- Raised less questions that way. Not that he was avoiding questions about Stephen.

Or maybe he sort of was?

Tony doesn't know, really; he's a bit tipsy. He'd been doing a pretty successful job avoiding the man himself for most of the month to give him space to breathe after... I want this. I want you. Yeah, that. Tony makes a little involuntary noise in the back of his throat before he finishes off his glass compulsively. ]

That's- Very good scotch. [ Said after Tony realizes the awkward amount of silence that's settled in. ] Thank you. Great um- Great birthday present. [ A beat, Tony laughs. ] I'd ask for a bottle, but I'd rather just ask for you. [ Because Stephen can conjure however much he wants! Tony means it mostly-innocently. Or at least currently innocently. What he said hasn't caught up with his brain just yet. ]