"Hmm, wouldn't want that," Tony purred as Cayde rolled his eyes, his own gaze innocently averted like that had any chance at offsetting his smirk as he bumped Cayde's shoulder again, looking ready to drag the Exo into the cozy dinner and find out what kind of a scene they could make with the karaoke machine this time. Maybe they could get somebody punched. A big distraction would have to wait, though, as Tony's smirk was rapidly gone again, this time for him to look contemplative with a brief frown of concern at Cayde.

"You can, though, right?" he prompted. "Direct it." Something useful was probably a better use of their time. They really hadn't had a lot of respect for how little of it they had.