It was pretty much the singing that did it. There was only so much Nick could stomach, and that was the straw that broke the proverbial camel's motherfucking back. "First, motherfucker, you are not my friend-" Nick said and reached into the top drawer of his desk to come up with a business card of his own. It had his personal number. This was likely a huge mistake, but it meant getting Hammer out of his office. "Here. I'll think about it, we'll keep in touch." He passed the card over to him and sat back, arms crossed. Maybe Hammer's shit would work. Nick could at least look in to it. It's not like he was on the best terms with Stark at the moment and Stark Enterprises wouldn't provide him with straight up weaponry like Hammer was offering. Anyway, he wanted him gone, and placating him seemed to be the best option.