"Did the aliens bring you a cactus and you sat on it?" York snaps back at the remark about being six and how he was holding himself back. Thankfully all of Tony's actions keep the android from looking over at whatever he was collecting and instead focuses on the human closing the distance between them.

Oh. That look of disappointment gets his own icy glare right back. "I don't exactly know what the limits of wizards are, just as I think they wouldn't know the limits of androids." There's only a glance at the bottle long enough to snap an image of it, then right back up to Tony's face. York does not look happy about that accusatory remark regarding Reeve.

"What the fuck is your problem today? I might ask Kaplan to magic up coffee if I'm out of my replicator ration things to make some for Reeve, but not to do the guy's job for him. And what does it matter if I know what's in that bottle? I wasn't even being fucking mean and you're being nasty? Do you need me to go get you some damn coffee?"