Don't start that. It's not vague. [ There's another look, leaning just enough to retrieve her PDA from the table she'd left it on. He's certainly the master of mystery in comparison anyhow, skirting around important topics when she needs him to be straight-forward. A glance at her hand, at him, and Pepper sits rather purposely on the sofa, legs crossed so that it's much more obvious just how barefoot she is. Relaxed here just as much as she had been the few times they'd managed being alone together.

She doesn't bother to look up as her fingers move to type. ]

As a matter of fact, there are plenty of things to be done. We'll get to each of them. But you should sit down first. I think. [ And only then does she tilt her head in his direction, hand dropping to rest on the empty spot beside her--a clear invitation. Not that he would ever need one, hasn't really, but sometimes, Pepper likes to give him that little reminder as though he might eventually forget it. ]