They both knew the answer to that and Tony didn't want to say it out loud. He did try, opening his mouth and everything with an expression that suggested he was going to play it off with a laugh and maybe a wink for good measure, but he couldn't even come up with a solid enough joke about accessibility to slutty philosophy students. Cassie had to look at him all cock-eyed like he had done something really wrong when Tony thought it was kind of good, and there were only a handful of people who could make that look effective on him.
"It's good enough for you," he managed to grumble out, losing steam half way through and sighing into his coffee by the end, rolling his eyes at himself. You know what, no, she couldn't ruin this for him; he got his second wind and held up a confident hand to stop her barking and biting before he could go on. "You have been in my house since you were a little, tiny, not even a whole person of a thing and then you just disappear one day to go be the big damn hero and suddenly it's not good enough for you and you would rather couch surf and live with your girlfriend and I get that, I do, and I don't even have the right to feel like...whatever, but you just left and I got nothing else going on now so I'm going to, fucking, put a leather couch out there and hire some shitty guitarists and flush a lot of money down the toilet until I'm over it. Okay?"