While he was getting tired of being the ugly friend, getting to witness Wanda's bipolarism and the reveal of her 'fragmented' soul kind of made up for it. Iron Man was still snickering at her personality flip when Goofy addressed him after striking out with Wanda, and the question was so ludicrous he had a hard time stopping to show the proper respect the implication might have been owed. It must not have been that important; Wanda came out and offered before they even said anything.
"Tony, please," he instructed, strolling closer to the knot of perverted cartoon characters but thinking better of offering a hand to shake. That probably was a gesture of disrespect down here and he didn't need to be putting his limbs directly in harms way. With one more glance back Wanda's way, and a wry smile she couldn't see, he waved the ugly bastards on and invited, "Sure, why not." This day had already been full of gross proclamations of his character defects, it couldn't get any worse.
"Your heart, Anthony Stark," Anubis said, as though Tony missed that part and it got any clearer on repetition. Okay, it kind of did, particularly when he raised his hands to his chest tentatively and the dog looked uncomfortably excited about it. Euyuck. Tony was using that. Didn't Anubis hear him with his heightened animal senses when Tony said they weren't supposed to be there? Resentfully, Tony let the Iron Man peel back and seep into the ports on his skin, leaving him exposed from the waist up to show his whole, live body, blood flowing and heart beating snug behind the RT. Tony didn't know what he was supposed to do for Anubis now, because he didn't look undeterred.
The slow breath he took while he puzzled out how to approach explaining the conundrum to an obvious idiot was interrupted when Anubis suddenly raised his hand and ripped the mechanics from his chest. It left Tony frozen with shock as wires sparked in the fist-sized hole left behind, wavering until Death plunged his mitt through his ribcage and jerked him upright again. This, most horribly, wasn't unfamiliar. There was pressure, and he thought his chest or his brain might explode, then something hit his head aggressively hard which didn't seem like part of the ritual. Oh, that was the floor.