He did know; and if he didn't like having the obvious and unpleasant pointed out to him while he was making his usual efforts to pretend it wasn't there, the flare of irritation was mild and short-lived. It just earned Jarvis a flicker of a glare, half hurt and half exasperation. There weren't a lot of people who told him anything other than what he wanted to hear, and by now - by now he knew to listen when this one did. And he could - he did - appreciate it.
Even if sometimes it made him want to go sulk in another room.
"No," he agreed, grudgingly, scraping his hand up the side of his face to rub at his temple, absent and gloomy. "They won't. Not with - with Rogers center stage, screaming his damn head off." That was worth another drink. Everything about that had been completely miserable, from the experience itself to the not altogether careful (okay, downright temper-tantrum reckless) way he'd conducted himself afterwards, in private. "You know, I think he was surprised? He was surprised. I talked to him afterward, and he was surprised I was upset, like - I mean, what the fuck." He turned his head to stare into the fire, which was dancing away really unbearably cheerfully. "Like anybody would ever want that. I don't know where he gets off." Which didn't sound very much like sorry, but Tony would much, much rather have felt angry, wronged, annoyed, than what he felt right now. So he tried, as always, to slap a coat of something else on top of it, to try to bury it under something he understood and could control.
This particular layer of plating crumbled, though. The words didn't even come out sounding like he believed them. He felt bad just for saying them, and that really wasn't what he needed, not on top of everything else.
Also, Clint was going to be pissed. Well - someone would have to tell him, first. It sure wasn't going to be Tony.
"You know I wouldn't want that." Maybe Jarvis wasn't the right man to go to for soothing, or for an ego stroke. But for quite a lot of things, they only had each other - there wasn't exactly an agony of choice. Tony took (and took, and took) what he could. "You know I wouldn't - I mean, shit. That many people."