The shift in Felwinter's tension very much read like anger to Tony, who was coming to assume that this was his baseline and he just held it quietly. Tony watched out of the corner of his eye, feeling the parts more than studying them as they were spread across the table, trying to track Felwinter's triggers as much as the shotgun's. Touching him certainly hadn't helped.

Abruptly abandoning his disassembly, leaving what he held on the bench, Tony spun back around to answer with a very unnecessary and delicate spread of his fingertips on both hands alighting on Felwinter's chest, "We must start somewhere, your lordship." Maybe actually being shot would have been healthier for Tony's impulses. "I haven't finished putting the door together yet. Don't worry, the programming is done, all it needs is some brute force."