Tony didn't seem too inclined to discuss Nick's intimate rendezvous with Maria Stark, so Nick gracefully let the subject drop, knowing that it could be useful ribbing fodder in the future. Obligingly he let the flask go without a protest; obviously, Stark really needed a drink now.
"Well maybe if you kept your junk in your pants, you wouldn't have to be ashamed," he admonished helpfully and hypocritically, a word of advice from the man who frequently sought out the services of New York prostitutes. He thought about Tony's question and then raised his eyebrows as something occurred to him and asked, "How come you guys aren't answering your questions? Ain't that how it works?"
To the question he answered, quietly, looking contemplative, "My Granddad." And offered no further explanation. He didn't have any big sports heroes or movie star celebrities he'd looked up to and as far as family, his absent father certainly didn't fit the "idol" bill.