"I am? Well that's news to me," Tony, try not to be so self disparaging all the time. He sure didn't expect the night to go how it had, then again he'd really had no expectations. Certainly not finding some dude petrified of ghosts that he'd have to walk home.

Cake is always a good way to spend an evening. Tony is a strong believer in a full stomach makes for a happy person. If only it worked as well as it used to on him. Still, it was doing its job in taking his mind off of more troubling matters and sulking.

"Like what?" He asks dubiously, raising an eyebrow. Suddenly slightly awkward. This isn't one of those trick questions that's an excuse to try to get in his pants is it because he totally doesn't know you that well, dude.