Tony hadn't outright told him to fuck off or leave and the hand motion did vaguely imply that he was willing to hear him out, so Zemo leaned against the doorframe, making himself comfortable.
"I've been told quite a few things about this place. I've heard that people drop in from different points in time. You, Rogers, and miss Romanoff are here, so I'm guessing that much to be true." Zemo uncrossed his arms and lifted his hands, as if to say he meant no offense. It wasn't that he was disappointed to see them back from the grave; just an observation.
"And all of you appear to know who I am, so I'm guessing the last time you saw me, we were.. not on speaking terms." To put it gently. "That being said, we are not in our dimension, are we? One similar to it, but perhaps not the same? I was informed that this island is something of a.. neutral territory. So my question for you, mister Stark, is if you agree with that opinion?"