"Something?" Tony echoed, offended by this poor critique of his dance skills and crossing his legs and arms primly, where he could tap the tool he twirled around restlessly against his bicep. "It's natural to be intimidated," he allowed with his own wry smile as he watched Cal work. The D.A.T.A. unit blinked back up at Tony, looking quite complacent with the development until Tony raised his eyebrows at him and his camera eye shuttered entirely closed, shutting down. No more risk of shocks to Cal, and Tony didn't have to try to process the concept of limbs being removed through the damaged static.

The list of potential magics, of both the Jedi and Merrin's people, had Tony raising a lip briefly in discomfort with how much more complicated that made dealing with the natural world. He shouldn't have asked. "Could she teach you to do that then?" he asked more idly, less concerned about the spiritual specifics than he was about Cal's many futures.