Die
Tony chuckled, "You just refuse to die, don't you, Loki ? Your like a cockroach...prettier, yeah sure, but your still a cockroach. So either I'm just that irresistible or death was too boring for you, but I'm guessing it was the first." He turned around to lean against the bar, martini in-hand, to see emerald eyes and black leather gleaming under recessed lights. One thing he'd never been able to figure out was why Loki sounded British, but that didn't mean he couldn't like it.
"It is more like I want that drink you refused to deliver. So either I finally get that drink or I take you outside..."
"Take me outside ? Ooh, somebody's kinky."
Loki was suddenly two inches away, "That comes later." taking his drink and sipping from it.
It was courting defenestration, but he had to ask, "No problems this time, old man ?"
"I can give you problems it just depends on what kind you want." A smirk crossed Loki's face and he gestured around, "After all, there are plenty of windows."
"Thanks to you I despise windows."
"Yet you still have plenty of them."
"I like looking at the ocean."
"Oceans don't stop for anything, Stark, not even pesky girlfriends that walk in."
Yeah, it sounded like it was going to be a long night.