Despite Felwinter's immobility, Tony was not deterred, very familiar with being a similar buzzing presence around comparably statuesque Avengers that occasionally learned to tolerate it if he was lucky. He was also not any more convinced that this lack of any kind of reaction meant that Felwinter was building up this tolerance, so he raised his eyebrows and braced himself with the shield of his smirk, ready to bask in whatever infamous reputation Felwinter would accuse him of. That all Felwinter accused him of was making things left him feeling slightly overdressed, well armored for a fight that wasn't happening.

"Ah--," he had to reorient, considering the door then the far flung evidence of his manic crafting that he clearly couldn't start denying to try to run the fight routine anyway. "No--well, sure, but you could call. I'm used to having an assistant. I don't usually have to talk to people, I spend a lot of money to explicitly not have to do that, this place is like the world ended or something."