With surprise written across his face, Tony's mouth opened to retort but nothing came out, and he pointed to Elektra with a look of disbelief directed at Fury. "Did I miss something and get reassigned a personal assistant?" he asked. He wasn't used to that tone of certainty about 'Mr. Stark's' 'important matters' from anyone but Pepper anymore. He didn't much like that that kind of unsettled him, like he had any kind of personal boundaries. Especially weird ones, like who was scheduling his life. What was that? A midlife crisis coming on? A little early, too. He'd have to tell Pepper to cross that off of the calendar; he didn't have time for crises. Or midlife.
The certainty was enough to get him out of the couch, though-- but not quite enough to let Fury coast. "Thanks for taking the time, General," he started genially, offering a hand before adding, "We won't keep 'Linda' from attending to your dick any longer." Tony did find that being straightforward generally won the best results. Streamlined designs, sharp edges.