Tony's idea of appropriate tended to differ from the norm, but it was nothing that Rogue couldn't handle - and she'd proven that much to him.

His lips curl into a grin as soon she moves in to kiss him, and his hands move, higher up Rogue's back to return the gesture with jut a little more gusto. Again, it is the least appropriate - but he can't find it in himself to care. They're here, together, and there's an unspoken promise in it. He pulls back a moment later, takes a breath and offers a grin.

"Private Island? Mediocre looking... waiters? Sun? Sand? Ocean?"