Tony hesitates. He'd really meant that as a joke, but now that she was offering... Did she know he meant liquor and not just any drink? Honestly, it didn't matter. He probably could use some fluids of any reasonable kind.

"You really don't mind?" He asks, curious of her ease of accepting this favor. If she did this, even unsuccessfully, he knew exactly he'd find a way to repay her so he didn't feel any guilt about this. "Thank you, Buttercup. If you need any help, find my- Peter."

When she leaves, he is able to lay down again and promptly goes right back to sleep.