Bruce tilted his head a bit to give her better access.

"Well, if you two are done, the car's waiting," Tony broke in. "And I want to get in on this, so let's go commandeer the back seat."

"Who's gonna drive, then?" Sim asked, nuzzling Bruce one last time. But she did turn a bit to look at Tony, amused.

"What, you want me to drive? I can do that, seriously, not a problem, but I thought you'd want me in the seat with you," Tony pointed out. He knew the message he was sending, though: that his bonding time with them was more important than his completely justified paranoia.

Sim smiled and reached over, grabbing his wrist and pulling him in too, finally. "Well, I was gonna tease you, but then you just had to be all cute about it."

"I can be cute sometimes," Tony grumbled a bit. But he let her pull him along all the same.

Sim let them in the car first and then settled in with them, clearly relaxed and pleased with life in general. "So where are we heading first?"

"You tell us," Tony said, putting an arm around her. He nuzzled her hair a bit, scenting her some.

"Somewhere in Florence, don't care where." Sim grinned, starting to actually get excited about this.

"Then let's go," Tony said, leaning forward and knocking on the window. The car started moving. Bruce just rolled his eyes. Tony definitely enjoyed the perks of being really rich.

Sim snickered a bit at that and shook her head, but she didn't actually protest. Because of course he'd have a private driver still in Italy. Of course.

"What?" Tony asked at her snickering. "Come on, you can't seriously think I don't have someone on-call whenever I'm here." Because yes, there WERE times he didn't want to (or couldn't) drive himself places.

"Oh I believe it, you're just the kind of person that would," Sim said with a snort. "I'm allowed to be amused at you."