"Good man. I'd offer you more advice, but something tells me you don't want to get shot and that's one of the better outcomes of my dating adventures." He's made a lot of poor decisions. A lot. How he's still alive is a mystery. "Although, hey, if you ever want advice on what not to do, I got you covered on that one."

Getting back to his feet again, he steps closer and holds out his hand. People shake hands in greeting and farewell, and while Tony doesn't really like doing it - it skirts too close to issues he's developed with being handed things - he doesn't feel the twinge of discomfort he usually does when he offers someone a hand.

"I'm gonna hit the road, let you get back to wooing your guy. Don't be a stranger, all right?"