"Maybe the Computer can be convinced to switch the other yellow for this one." Tony's a bigger fan of gold in general, after all. It's not lost on him that, between the red of his suit and the gold of his dress, they are the colors of his armor. It's a silly observation, one that he doesn't mention because he knows it's a little stupid to focus on that, but it doesn't stop his brain from making the connection.

Once they're on the dance floor, Tony begins leading as they sway to the music. Attending charity balls and galas has been a social obligation since he was old enough to remember, and one proof of it is in the easy way that he dances. There's no nervousness or hesitation in his moves; if anything, they're all so well practiced, that the movements are smooth as they seem to glide along the dance floor.

"There's a bot that's almost ready, it just needs some final touches." By 'final touches,' Tony means he needs to charge it with the magnet that's energy source that's now built into his chest. He could tap into an energy source within the complex, but at the same time he doesn't want to do it in case it will alert someone of the stuff he and Cisco are working on. Using the arc reactor will only be a brief thing if it all works well and, even if he already knows it might cause some complications, he's not particularly focused on that. The design he almost has ready are guns that have the same repulsor technology that his gauntlets used to have, and they will do more damage than the play guns they loaded them with after waking up in this place. At least these won't just work when the Computer needs them to. "Just give me a couple of days and it should be good to go."

He won't mention the specifics of it - mainly that the power source to bring it to life will be his chest piece - but he could at least give her the timeline now.

"So," he adds casually after a moment, "this is another demonstration, huh?"