I can already hear him twirling his claw with anticipation. [ It's kind of comforting, in a way. One that he probably couldn't describe even if he wanted to try doing so, for lots of different reasons. He loves Dummy - Dummy was his first baby, the oldest of his boys - and yeah, undoubtedly, Dummy's a little special sometimes, but Tony really only puts effort into insulting things he cares about. Sort of. Point is, he'd never actually give Dummy away. Or dismantle him. Hell, he hasn't even been able to bring himself to fix the bot's more unusual glitches.

He considers that for all of a couple seconds before he nods a little. ] Yeah, yeah, I can move. It'll be fine. Totally. Let's go to another room.