He's right. Obadiah isn't as young as he used to be. Twenty or even ten years ago, he'd have been on his way back to his room for a shower after pacifying Tony with a promise to meet him downstairs for dinner, but now that's not an option. Not right away.

Staying and indulging Tony isn't a bad idea, anyway, for obvious reasons.

He chuckles, a distinctly lazy sound, and runs his hand down Tony's side.

"I've got no complaints."