While initially Tony had spent the night keeping to himself, like he seems to generally do on an every day basis, by now he's liquored up enough that he's far more social than usual. This isn't his party by any means, but that doesn't stop him from talking and dancing with people as if it is. He has already been schmoozing some gorgeous women (and men), he has been dancing, and it's almost as if the classic Tony Stark persona that the world knows back home is here. Sure, it's mostly fake and fueled by alcohol, but to Tony it doesn't even matter. He's actually enjoying himself for the first time since arriving in this damn place, and that's all he's thinking about.

When he spots Morgana, he doesn't waste any time in approaching her. Coming up from behind her, he places a hand on the small of her back and smiles with that Stark charm of his. Even if he had started the night looking pretty damn presentable with his suit, by now the tie is loose around his neck, his hair tousled slightly, but Tony's confidence and the way he carries himself makes it almost look as if he's making a fashion statement with it all.

"Hey. You look stunning."