Even if Tony knew exactly how many hours he had wasted, neither of them needed him to vocalize a number, his own accusation of selfishness not enough to protect him from the sting of the accusation when it came anyway. It did effectively distract him from the not very interesting cupboards, bringing him around to lean against the table with his own arms crossed, hugged around his chest until he forced them back down by his sides to grip the table instead. "Yeah, here's the thing, I think you were already geared up to be disappointed no matter what happened today, so I'm not sure that's much of a threat," he replied. "I'm having a hard time imagining what it takes to please you. I'd be willing to bet you don't even pleasure yourself."