Done. [A clap of his hands, and then a look at the extended one. Erm. Where's Pepper to shake his hand for him? Or Happy?] Dinner, drinks, the whole she-bang. I promise I won't go for first base until the second date. More than first, that is. And third won't happen without daddy Federation's endorsement.

[But, good. He agreed to at least talk about it and that pleases Tony into a grin. The rank doesn't rankle him, just quirks an eyebrow in curiosity.]

Tony Stark. Playboy. Genius. Iron Man. Take your pick, but one and four are media-preferred.

[A crossing of his arms. No, he's not trying to avoid the handshake, really. It's a personal space issue, promise.]

What exactly are you captain of? Infantry? Naval? Air Force? [A beat.] Cruise liner?