[Whatever, it might be a cheesy line but Tony is still smiling pretty damn broadly, anyway. If anything, he looks a little proud when Scott mentions that he had someone to clean up for.] Eh, whatever. Minor details. The stubble looks good with that suit.

[It's said casually, but it's not a lie. He's about to say something, but he catches how Scott is watching him, and Tony feels so completely disarmed by the look on his face that at first he doesn't even know what to say. It's until then that he realizes he probably should have changed from the jeans and t-shirt that have seen better days, but before he can excuse himself to go change Scott is wiping the grease off of him. And his brain, god, it feels like it legitimately short circuits a little because he doesn't know what to say. Not because he doesn't have an answer to his question, he just...hadn't been expecting that.]

...oh. Uh, I...was bored?

[And apparently his brain decided to do weird shit when it was running on little sleep, and a shit-ton of caffeine. He really didn't want to tell him that part, though. Rhodey already gives him enough crap about that.]

It's pretty cool, though. I have targets to shoot at and everything.