[ A dimple peeks out briefly from the corner of her smile when he winks at her and she takes a sip of her own drink, not missing the way he watches her. Curious. She wonders what that's about? ]

Not sure I can blame them. Could be that they were just already asleep. Or feeling lazy. ...Or in Tony's case, didn't hear it in the secret lair.

[ His casual invitation has her glancing over at him, her head tilted just slightly to the side as if she's considering more than just his words. Which she probably is. ]

Should I? Is this an official invitation? I haven't wanted to intrude.