That wasn't exactly the response Tony was hoping for, so he gave it another beat, head cocked and listening for the laugh that should have been coming. "Nothing?" he eventually muttered, jaw set and eyes narrowed. He was as chilly as this damn hall. Which they were going to stop dead in the middle of, because now Bruce was speaking in tongues. He was in the dungeons for ten minutes! "Pull up the broom," he demanded, both hands raised in incredulous surrender. "How did you manage that? Did you write her poems? Bring her dead mice? Voodoo doll? She is impenetrable, she's like Mount Everest."