"I was fortunate enough to meet the Lady Potts once before- she is a truly remarkable woman. Certainly an excellent match for the man of Iron. It is pleasing to know that she has made her claim in earnest." He was truly glad for them- love in a life so complicated and frustrating as Tony's and his made for a lighter burden, especially a match to a truly good and understanding Lady. It made for a balm for their harsher times and a joy they might cherish even in their darker hours. Something to protect, something to look forward to returning home to.

Perhaps it was that same balm and joy that had leveled out his brother. He saw no band nor marking of a betrothal gift upon the Lady Rogue, nor had she introduced herself as Loki's wife. Perhaps it was pending or perhaps she simply did not wish to speak of it?

There would be no harm in the asking.

Head tilted slightly and voice cautious, if genuinely curious and almost- hopeful? He asked. "Have you and my brother considered...?"