In Jon's contemplation, Tony gave a slow smirk with a lick of his lips, not doing a good job at all of keeping his innocent focus on Jon's hands to meet his eye with a teasing glint. It was really a matter of when the animals figured that out, his grin clearly said; Tony had been slower than most of the creatures they'd met. Jon's tone then tempered the expression to a gentler affection and Tony gave a small nod, looking like he wasn't sure he wanted to say more than that and managing to keep his gaze averted then. At least while he was focused on treating Jon he could eventually say, "And I'm glad to keep you company. Wherever you want to go." With a tap to his battered shoulder, he added, "As long as you're looking out for me."

That happened more often than not, didn't it? Tony's jaw ticked as he fastidiously secured the final bandage, then kept hold of Jon's wrist to insist, "I'll have to be your hands now. You just tell me where to touch." His smirk was slow this time because it lagged slightly, but it was in place in time to meet Jon's eye again and hold his gaze while Tony dropped his hand to give a teasing tug to the front of his shirt. So they didn't linger too long, Tony was gladly continuing before the fabric had even slipped from his fingers, "Plenty of first-hand sources around, isn't there? Merrin, the like..." He gestured vaguely at his face, clearly intending something by the gesture that he didn't elaborate on. "She said her power is the Force, too, basically. She's happy to show you." Maybe 'happy' wasn't the right word.