It was hard to miss the change in the aggressive tone of Raphael's voice, but soon Tony was flapping his concern away dismissively, nose scrunched in irritation for this display and irritably insisting, "Always." It was just water, and if a wave gathered tall enough to wash up above Tony's neck, he'd deal with that problem when it came. "Time travel," he acknowledged wistfully, "isn't that something. I built a time machine. Wasn't perfect, but I got to fight a dragon, I was basically a knight, except I couldn't put my helmet on. You ever fight a dragon? Only one without a job anymore is Fin Fang Foom. What's his problem? You're not related, are you, it's not, like...a lizard...thing...?" Space travelling talking turtle, space dragon, it was possible. As the next wave crashed into him, Tony slowly pitched himself over and onto his back to let it drag him further into the ocean. "'Mikey' would be a weird name for him, doesn't suit him," he continued as though he had cracked some code.