She took it, but mostly to have something in her hands. “So young? How old do you think I am?” Twisting the bottle around, she undid the buckle and slid over to Tony’s side. Raising her eyebrows a little, she went on, “You were willing to … carry me off to bed without even knowing?”
“Well…you’re definitely not as old as I am,” he noted confidently. This would be his forty eighth year now, an intimidating thought for the genius. “I know people my age who still haven’t figured out what they want…,” he trailed off, thinking of those peers who dropped out of high school his senior year. “I know you’re of age at least,” he admitted casually before flipping the top off his water bottle and taking a sip. Tony Stark knew everything about everyone, fact. “Age is not an issue to me. Just as long as you are sure this is something you want. You’re a capable woman, you can make your decisions and I trust you to tell me if you’re uncomfortable when I am carrying you off,” he shrugged lightly, turning his head to look directly at her. “Does that make sense?”
“Sure, that’s fine.” She blinked up at him, surprise sliding into a smile. “I don’t know what I want, exactly, all the time. But I know the things that make me happy, and the things I can do with my time and my skills. Putting those together usually results in goodness.” The bottle lay abandoned in her lap as she reached for one of his hands, lacing her fingers in his.