The digital Tony's eyebrows raised at Jon's immediate answer, like he couldn't take it as anything other than salacious and was readily tugging his collar aside to start a striptease before Jon was elaborating. Outside of the helmet, Tony's warm hands were quickly over Jon's, intending to calm them before they started yanking and glad to squeeze them instead as he gently guided them flat on either side of the helmet where Jon could press his thumbs, not into a latch but creating a gesture for them both to remember. There was going to be a lot of those. All along, Tony was responding, "Of course," Jon could have anything he wanted, only breaking with a laugh before he repeated it again as the mask lifted and Jon made his demand clear. "Of course, of course" was quieter then, muttered against Jon's forehead with a kiss, even while the smaller voice in Jon's ear reported, "Dialing Tommy, boss."

Tony only stepped away then with an anxious glance side to side, not wanting anyone else near his stuff, and realizing, "We don't have to call in a chaperone, okay, I won't--we can just go outside, public area, easier to fly." Automatically, he raised a hand to call the rest of the suit, and it gave a shiver before all of the plates clattered back together. Tony kept still with his arm up, only glancing toward Jon expectantly, to encourage another gesture that felt natural, so he was the one controlling the armor's assembly.