Tony relaxes more with every word, until he's draped against Obadiah's side like a blanket. It would be just fucking ridiculous to spill his drink again, so he reaches lazily for a side table and puts it down.

"I like the sound of that," he murmurs, settling back into place. The first time he's admitted it, really said it out loud. He feels nervous but calm. Safe. All the danger is imaginary, and he wants more of it, wants to hear everything.