While Tony had no way yet to know what he did, he was sure the aggression was well deserved and raised his hands in surrender, holding his ground and taking the lashings. "Pretty well then," he inferred lightly, but did have a slight directional suggestion-- "Would you call it daddy issues, or more of a general intimacy problem because you shouldn't sell yourself short like that."
This was, perhaps, not the best way to get back on her good side, though this one wasn't so terrible to look at, either. The aggression wasn't only directed toward him, Tony was gathering, but more of a lifestyle decision, judging by the modification. He pointed to her arm that usually would have been a fine lead in for a line drawn directly to the nearest semi-private, negotiably-horizontal surface, but instead prompted him to ask, "Cold, isn't it?" He was well passed the point of worrying Pietro might beat the tar out of him, but Tony was getting the sense that this Wicked might do the beating herself and while that was an unprecedented addition to her hotness rating, he didn't have the resources yet to recover in this foreign land. He could use a friend. Preferably with a car.