Tony took that as though it was a scandalous accusation, hand alighting delicately on his chest with a gasp before he insisted, "Why, I have all the good company a guy could ask for right here." BB-8, swivelling his head in a clear indication that he fully understood that this impassioned defence was in his honour, gave a low whistle then trundled away to presumably set something else on fire, not at all indulging in Tony's game. Tony pursed his lips and frowned after the droid, hand dropping limply to his hip. The implication had clearly been an effective distraction, anyway, from how unlikely it was that Tony was doing any such cold-calling or photo-sending, despite the fangy grin he turned back on Cobb like he might just turn this encounter into a date.

"Would you come if I called?" he teased, heated under Tony's intense scrutiny and wicked curl of his smirk, only to release the pressure suddenly by giving a spin where he stood, hands open for the assessment. "Don't hold back, I can take it and I will not respect your opinion if it is wrong," he encouraged with that impish glimmer again.