James did not hesitate to embrace Tony briefly. For one, he could not have possibly cared less about what anyone else in the bar might think of the hug. For two, he was more than confidant that he could drop any man in the bar that did poke fun at them with minimal exertion. Thinking about it, he almost wished someone did make sport of them, as the thought of having to randomly drop a few guy rather appealed to him at the moment. All the tension, modifications to his armor, and waiting until meeting with Tony before setting off on what he was called his 'world tour' had left him much like a proverbial coiled spring.
And here he was, talking to the one man in the world who could probably really set him off if he wanted to.
James took a sip from his glass and shook his head. Always the joker. Be it here in this bar or in the heat of battle, Tony never did seem to lose that wit of his.
"Look", James began, getting right to the point. "I'm worried about you. There are a lot of stories and speculation about you out there right now, but I want to hear how you are doing from your own lips."
Leaning in closer to Tony, so that his was only audible enough to be heard by him, he asked, "Is it Happy in the armor again?"