She wasn't the only one feeling proud of themselves. Tony was damn well feeling proud he'd gotten this, was going to have this beautiful, straight laced at least in a suit man naked and mewling. Mewling was entirely his goal.

"Well, you don't typically work with me," he pointed out, smiling as he stepped out of his trousers and kicked them aside. "And down over that desk. Sure the edge is curved enough not to hurt," he said, making it clear that Arthur's comfort did matter to him.