Tony takes a sip of his scotch. It is not the best scotch he's ever had, but then, looking around at the people and the furnishings he's pretty sure this isn't a high-end place. Okay, the view is stunning, and he'll have to figure out how they did it, but otherwise? Not so much with the impressive.

He looks over at the odd buzzing noise, raising an eyebrow. He takes in the chips and the apparatus and smirks.

"Now why," he says smoothly, "would your vibrator need memory chips? And before you tell me that's TMI, you're the one who brought it to a public bar."