"I am, I won't deny it." As he said it, he grinned playfully. Teasing and smiling with Morgana had always been easy, but tonight she was getting to see the version of Tony Stark that existed back home. The one that was charming, and playful. The one that wasn't generally carrying a chip on his shoulder, because he was usually too liquored up to show it publicly.

More importantly, right now he actually looked happy, and he chuckled when she answered how she had been convinced to be auctioned off. "I'm sure you'll do fine. It'll be fun."

With a chuckle under his breath, he shook his head. "No. Not yet, anyway. But hey, if he asks, why not. It's for a good cause, yeah?"