Tony had seen a lot of fucking weird things in his life. Hell, Tony was and created enough fucking weird things to have had his fill of fucking weird things, and be the type of person to shrug off fucking weird things. This one was not well anticipated. Dudes that snacked on planets, amorous robot kidnappers, alien interplanetary wars, his own alternate dimension teenaged self, that was all par for the course.
Witnessing this discussion, this was not par for the course.
Slowly, he backed away with his heels digging into the carpet until he hit a wall. There he sat, elbows on his knees, head cocked, just waiting for the next bizarre thing to pop out of their mouths. And feeling a little scummy for a dirty mind that didn't translate so tantalizingly into reality.
Ugh, what did she mean, walked in on us? What had Tony walked into? See, this stopped being fun right at the wrong moment.