Not even just okay, but happy. All things considered, that's a lot more than she ever would have expected. She herself continued to worry, not specifically about the other night, but in general. Who's to say that whoever sent those people after Bruce won't send an even bigger militia next time? How long had they been tracking him before they made their move? Were they still tracking him? These questions had danced around in her head since that night, and she'd wondered if he had been asking himself the same thing.

But instead, he's happy. She can tell it isn't lip service, either, just based on his demeanor and how relaxed he seems to be. And really, it makes sense. Right now, they're safe. They're not jumping out of cars or being chased by cronies with guns. They're in her office eating sandwiches and drinking bottled water as if they don't have a care in the world. It is relaxing, and more than that, it's nice. With that in mind, perhaps she ought to take a page out of his book and learn to enjoy the moment for what it is.

"I've enjoyed spending time with you, too." It's been a long time since she's danced this dance, but if there's anything Pepper has learned during her time at Stark Industries, it's that opportune moments should be seized the moment they present themselves. 'Leap first, look later' had worked for Tony, maybe she would be just as lucky?

"I...wouldn't be opposed to us spending more time together." No, that sounds too wishy-washy. Say what you mean and mean what you say, Potts. If she could hold her own in a room full of suits, certainly she can do this.

"I mean," she reaches for her water and forces herself to make eye contact. "I would like it if we spent more time together. If that's something you'd want to do."