Tony looked over at Harry. They had just wrapped up breakfast and Harry was walking the dishes to the sink. It was one of the rare mornings where neither of them were in a hurry anywhere. Harry didn’t have any meetings in the UK and Tony didn’t have to be in until closer to nine. His husband’s tone was intriguing. Tony couldn’t tell if Harry was about to be playful, sly, or about to ask him to take his job on the Wizengamot. "Yes?"