A long hesitation didn't sound like certainty to Tony, but nothing about magic would ever sound like certainty, especially not in the literal recovery room where Wanda, magic expert and in fact almost exclusively consumed by it possibly to the detriment of some other vital function, as far as Tony knew and understood obsession, had gone so violently off the rails for doing that magic she did literally all of the time. And as much as mistakes were made in all other areas of life by all manner of experts, it was not easy to convince Tony that a mere mistake was the only risk of magic, which, as far as Tony could properly determine, could only really defined by its refusal to conform to any system or rule.
Still, he sucked his teeth, letting her have that lie to herself because now Tony knew how to subdue the demon and he was well prepared to do it again the next time Wanda got herself in trouble. Instead, he said, "Great," and sat up, only to be drawn in to undoing Wanda's tragic braid. "Well, you know you can give me a call if you need anything, or you got a nurse looking for a rebound thing, I'll sort it out. Remember you can request a sponge bath and set your own hard limits there, don't subject yourself to substandard care," he advised, in case she started to rethink magical healing and trust the experts. "And for god's sake, don't second guess it, that's not where we should be anymore. I don't know why I have to tell you...Aren't you an Avenger?"