Tony was left in Thor's wake, drawn rudely out of his comfortable boozey state. The look on the other man's face was unreadable, and while the others in his audience were content to laugh it off as the prince being called to more drink, Tony excused himself abruptly to follow in hot pursuit.

"Hey, hey, hey." Tony reached Thor in record time with a little foot-repulsor aid, stumbling into a stride along side him when he caught up right as Thor was making his exit. "What is the rush?"