That was a lot of mounting questions for someone who was so rigidly unbothered by Tony's observation. A very stubborn commitment to figuring out exactly what Tony thought of him. Tony didn't move back, but he didn't bother hiding the shift in his own expression, the twist of one corner of his mouth to reveal his tongue against a sharp tooth in a hungry smirk, and the assessing flick of his gaze. "What image is that? The one of the misguided hero only in the game for his own glory? The one who refuses to solve a problem because it's a little difficult and needs a guiding hand?" he asked quietly. One of them had been very clear about what kind of person he thought the other was. "Who do you want me to think you are, big guy?"