Touche. Accepting that Tony wasn't going to start detailing his woes came with the unfortunate side effect of refusing to divulge anything himself. "How cryptic," Tony noted, and he might have sounded impressed with Rhodey's riposte if he didn't look so annoyed at what could have been his own tactic thrown back at him. He was even frozen for a beat, his shot forgotten while he watched his friend for any further hint of what he might have been up to, but was quickly brushing it off like it didn't bother him in the least that he didn't know something. His shot only went awry because he meant it. Had to at least give Rhodey a chance, or something.
After the sharp crack of the billiards broke between them and the balls had stopped thumping against the sides of the table, rolling to slow stops, Tony noted, "I guess you don't need any help then." His gaze lingered, holding while he sipped from his glass and until he had backed away enough to lean against the wall. "This really is about me," he added with what would have been a self-satisfied smirk, but the glint wasn't in his eye.