Knowing she wasn't an embryo did nothing to change the fact that Tony was not the full functioning adult in this relationship in need of help. He had, after all, been enjoying the relative luxuries of the penthouse since this the radio went dead while Kate was god knows where eating god knows what and letting her hair get in this state. It was a tough sell, and admirable that she tried it, but Tony wasn't buying. Maybe that attitude would be more useful later, when Tony had to staff a company again and needed someone with that kind of ambition.
"I've got your number," he agreed with a wry smile, obviously leaving her low on the phone tree but allowing the vague possibility. Hey, maybe she could cook an omelet. "Eat up," he instructed before she could press the matter, pushing away from the table and moving into the kitchen to restore some order in the chaos. "We're going to need the strength for that nest on your head. What did you let Spider-man do to you?"