Three words into Pepper's argument, Tony was arguing, too, speaking over her rapidly and only listening to what he wanted to: "When they're paying us, we get to make the rules because they're giving us money regardless. When we're paying them, we get to make the rules because they need our money more than we do. I'm paying you to insulate me from paper. With direct transfers and electronic receipts." He only stopped when he stopped walking, standing in his otherwise silent office with a huff while both he and Pepper mostly traumatized the folder between them before he wrestled it away from her and plopped it and his briefcase onto the desk. "If you clap eyes on him," he replied about Danny, meeting her tone there, too, like they weren't having two conversations. If the kid was doing something more important, Tony could wait. He had survived so far. More importantly, relative to how comfortable Tony felt now in his own space with the heavy door deterring anyone from inviting themselves in, he relaxed his shoulders with a breath, reaching for Pepper with a newly freed hand. "How's Anthony?"