York steps forward in surprise, gambling less in his favor of getting the bottle and finding he got it anyways. Once he hits the floor with the foot extended, he bounces back that same pace to look over the bottle. Even reading it - Tony's right in thinking it doesn't make much of a difference.

Begrudgingly he hands it back over. And rolls his eyes.

"You 'fleshbags' seem to put a lot of focus on making jokes about your reproductive activities." This seemed to be a common thread between this Tony and York's own back in Detroit. York does a pretty good act of breathing in and out like he's letting out a frustrated sigh. "Why the hell do you need a high dosage of that stuff? Presuming that's what it would be since you're trying not to stop your heart."