He sees the way Justin’s eyebrows come together and although he doesn’t address it, although he addresses the drinking and everything else, Tony can’t let that expression go without remarking on the words that brought it into existence.

“Some states, and countries, have a lot of really weird laws. Archaic, no longer applicable laws that don’t make any sense whatsoever,” he tells him, rolling his eyes. “I think if you printed the whole thing out, my arrest record would be like, I don’t know, twenty pages worth of offenses. Like, ninety-eight percent of them completely harmless.”

The other 2% have nothing to do with sex and everything to do with his drinking, which leads him rather nicely around to that topic. He doesn’t take offense at Justin’s speech, isn’t insulted that he would withhold sex if Tony attempted to engage in it with him drunk.

“I don’t intend for that to ever happen,” Tony says reassuringly, reaching out to cup the side of his neck. “Getting drunk in general. I’d like to think I’m past that. But I wouldn’t ever—Drunk or not, you can always tell me no. For any reason.” His lips curve into a shallow smile. “And for the record, not feeling like it is a legitimate reason.”