His attention certainly wasn't so wont to wander under that look. Tony even sat up straighter, his grin less practiced and more properly enthused with this turn of events. She really, really wanted her answers. Her choice of words was a little throwing, and Tony covered his frown of consideration as he shifted to face her again, sitting on his ankle but keeping his distance this time. "That's a little sensational, Moira," he pointed out, her name thick honey where she had decided to isolate him from his erstwhile alter-ego. It wasn't like she knew that. He bit his lip, head cocked like he studied her intently, but his focus was elsewhere.
MacTaggert, Dr. Moira Kinross, prize winning geneticist, noble heritage, penchant for telling everyone exactly how she felt and embarrassing them. Goodness, what could she possibly want with Tony Stark? He let the search and scour run in the background, blinking back into spacial awareness. "I thought only Magneto was talking about war, but I'm glad to know well in time that there's bloodlust on every side of the argument," he mused, the pause beat barely distinguishable from a breath. Politics: it was reassuring to find this was her free time.