[The suit screams out of the sky. Tony remotely cuts acceleration a little late, and the suit skids in on both heels, sending up a wash of molten snow over both Asgardians. It puts a little bit of a damper on the fire, but not much of one, when it comes down to it. High-tech precision aiming brings the robot's arm up and it fires a laser at the second dagger.]
If we cut you in half you'll still be the same size as you were ten minutes ago.
[The offer comes from the right place, but Tony is still in New York, sending his snark abroad. God help us all.]