[Tony puts his hands up, and gives an innocent look]

Who's being uncharacteristically hostile here? Not me, I'm a cucumber here. And well really, what else can you expect from a snake but mindless hissing.

[Tony shrugged. Tony was used to people not knowing his fathers American company (Didn't mean he wasn't going to mention it), and being called presumptuous was still better than what he was normally used against him. He was wearing an expression of well practised apathy.]

You have horrible taste, by the way.

[He mumbles loud enough for Bruce to hear]