For the thanks, Tony just spread his arms, welcoming the intrusion because it wasn't like he had fourteen hundred things to do by two o'clock. Honestly-- he was glad for the excuse to put it off, especially if it meant the answer to a puzzle and a friend presumed dead. That didn't mean Tony wasn't going to be cautious, though; Danny looked a little on the crazy side, and the moaning to himself that would have been familiar fair suddenly was a little unnerving behind the unkempt beard.
"Al-Anon," he shot back swiftly, not even lingering for a breath before continuing, "You're making me nervous, I feel like you're going to steal something, have a seat." Himself, he lingered by the couch, waiting courteously already holding a lighter that must have been on his person or magicked from some trap door while Danny distracted himself to offer Danny the flame.