"More than bar peanuts?" Not that he would complain if there were only bar peanuts. Bruce had, once upon a time, lived on less. The only time it sucked was right after he lost control; changing forms always left him hungry.
The fact that Tony simply reached out and touched him without flinching was still new to Bruce, but he let it happen every time. It felt okay to relax around the billionaire. "There's a right floor? Although, you built this high enough, so I suppose that would make sense that there's a right floor for everything."