Tony definitely was mocking him and his very important chair, so it was difficult not to read his expression as a glare. Without any other reaction to getting into his space, though, Tony had to narrow his eyes, calculating, chagrined all over again that he seemed to obviously irritate Felwinter, just not enough to provoke him. It was testing plausible deniability when he pushed further, draping an arm around Felwinter's shoulder to turn them both toward the disassembled door for consideration. "It hasn't really been a problem, honestly, until recently--you'll never believe this--this guy just walked in and pointed a gun at me," he reported. He pursed his lips and raised his free hand in disbelief, the nerve of some people, only to flap the whole taunt away and explain more evenly, "I'm not used to anyone being in my shop, you know, back home, and being all the way out here when the three other people who lived on the planet were all downtown, that pretty much took care of that problem, it didn't even really feel like mine, listen, its--a big oven, who cares, but then--now..." His fingers slowly folded into a fist, only to bloom and give Felwinter another pat to the chest for being such a good statistic, "People keep showing up."