Caught by surprise, Tony snorted then giggled before snapping back into his serene smirk like he'd always had his composure. After taking in Nick's wound, and staring at it like he might be able to calculate the exact second it would be fully knit together, it left him distinctly aware of the dust in his hair and stain on his shirt and generally unnecessary disarray that could be occupying his hands. So he was in the middle of shaking out his hair and casting up a plume of the dust when Billy put their game back into motion, and hadn't expected to be forced on board.
"First?" he parroted, looking like he might be offended for a split second until he jerked a thumb in Nick's direction, and it became clear that he was taking offense for the straight-laced General. "Nicky doesn't even like to have to hold his own dick."