[ 'For now' draws the eye; he acknowledges the rock on her hand with a nod, tucking back a little more of the martini. ]

Congratulations. And Sokovia, right. Totally would have guessed.

[ No he wouldn't, and knows it, charming self-deprecation under the confidence. Leaning against the bar, Tony laces his fingers as the bartender brings Wanda's drink at last. ]

So, Miss Lehnsherr, how long have you been in the City of Clichéd Name?