[Yeah, twirling is kind of the test of all tests. Still, he's glad that she's not teetering and looking green when he pulls her back into his arms, swaying with her and the music, just letting himself relax, letting all the layers and shields he puts on and up slide off his shoulders.

He doesn't need to be who he is in the face of the public, who he still pretends to be for the media hell, even for Fury and his teammates. He always keeps a mask on, a careful mask to keep things hidden, to be a barrier between him and the rest of the world, something that'll absorb any blows that come his way. Really, only Pepper's able to see him completely relaxed now-a-days, what with Happy thinking of quitting and Rhodey knee deep in the military. She's the only one that sees him without the airs and acts, the only one that gets Tony Stark, raw and unfiltered. Insulting because that's just his nature, because he never thinks about the things he says, just lets them fly out of his mouth. He never means anything by them, never intends to hurt or jab, it's just. Well, it's just Tony.

And Pepper's the only one who picks and chooses and hears what Tony means, not what he actually says.]

What, this? This isn't moving. This is... ninth grade prom dancing. [He quirks an eyebrow] Except there aren't repelling forces between my dick and your playboy playhouse.