A huff of a laugh, because really, Tony, has it been that long?

"We've got two options, Stark, though I'm not opposed to more," and he flops on the couch across from Tony in a possessive sprawl. He might only be there for a minute or two, but for that minute or two, that couch is his. His head lifts to look Tony in the face.

"One, we do my usual run of booze, beautiful women, and fabulous accommodations. Or two, you put that brilliant little brain of yours to work to come up with something better than that." It's a bit of a shark smile being aimed at him. "I have full faith in you."