It wasn't entirely Tony's fault that he didn't expect this social visit. It was just fundamentally difficult to be fast friends with someone who would stare at him like that and didn't seem at all interested in a companionable greeting that really could have gone a long way to making Tony feel more secure in his ass integrity. Tony did attempt to be the one to break the silence, a beat too late trying, "Uh, so--..." just as Felwinter started to come at him, and he tensed up again, stepping aside to let the maybe-Exo by with his chin tucked to his chest and the stick he carried skipping along the floor where he dragged it.

"That'll be the consultation fee to start with, then," he said, apparently taking 'business' very seriously and used to charging to let people in the door. The door itself, the one that wasn't languishing in the snow, was a wide slab taking up much of the floor space near the entrance, heavy metal and with a panel pushed aside to one side of it with components spilling out and into the shadowy edge of the room. A work in progress. To get around it, to the workbench or the fire itself, some navigation around the solid legs of a table and what looked like a glittery carpet would be necessary, and that wasn't easy, either. Scattered among these components were a few solid orbs, large enough to fit in the hand and smooth enough to slip on. Tony raised his eyebrows, asking of Felwinter was really committed to dealing with this, starting to juggle his stick restlessly like he might a baseball bat.