"Already?" Tony sighs a little theatrically, a little long-sufferingly. He thumbs the screen of the phone back off and tosses it to the table. "More like always."

He looks very sad at her slipping her legs from the armrest - and out of his grasp. Her idea's not a bad one, though. It's not something that Tony shouldn't have thought of on his own either. It's just Tony Stark is not really known for showing up to parties only briefly. He hadn't even considered that. "I could do that," He considers aloud. "Show up, make the rounds, call it a night early..."

Stark trails off a moment, expression going thoughtful. "Be ready to leave when I, y'know, bolt for the exit." He says as if he's going to be making some daring escape or something.