As Tony comes back, the inks and two brushes in his hand he frowns at the scrutiny Bruce s unconsciously under. Even at this age, he feels kind of protective of Bruce.

"Hey, quit that. He's not a horse, so stop being weird at him. You aren't allowed. Now hold these while I climb up."

He holds up his treasure and climbs back up onto the his arm of the chair once Sherlock has his hands full.