"Mm, yeah, no. Orange suits never work." He even wrinkled his nose for effect. It was vain,the sudden thought that rushed through his head, but Tony was momentarily glad he was RED so that he could wear the suit that he had been able to get.

With a reassuring smile, he leaned in as if he was telling her a secret. The alcohol he had been drinking would probably be easier to detect now that he was closer to her, but at least he only looked relaxed rather than absolutely sloshed. "Morgana, seriously. I don't know Izzy, but she's right, you look lovely. In fact, let's show off how great we look." He offered his hand. "Want to dance?"

He was smirking as he said it, but he was absolutely serious about his invitation.