The look on Tony's face says a lot, hands kind of getting in the way of Wysteria's as she starts fussing around his waist area, not that he's self-conscious about that or anything, an I got it I got it half-hissed.

Driven through vibes if not outright spinning to go ahead and take the lead, Tony starts in the direction of the gardens. So this is the Kalvadian (Kalvadish? Kalvadese?) version of getting into where you shouldn't via the power of an authoritative clipboard, except that he's the clipboard in this situation.

Well, he's done sillier shit with higher stakes, god knows. At least he won't meet his own dad, this time.

"Imperious affect," is muttered, with accompanies a tipping up of his chin. "'Kay. What's the deal with the warded rooms?"