"I wouldn't accept a single thing you said with one hand on the bible and a gun pointed at your head," Tony replied. That was okay, though, because laptops were clunky, old remnants of the stone age and they were supposed to be evolved and learned men in this room. Tony, without any warning, was on his feet and stalking toward Hammer, snatching him by the back of his jacket before he could cringe and flee and make Tony chase him around just to fish the phone out of his pocket. "Look at that," he purred in admiration at the wonders a man could carry on his person this day and age. WiFi, too. It was like fucking magic. Tony took a seat on the edge of Hammer's desk, one foot braced on the arm of his chair and phone held out for him to take, Tony watching keenly down his nose with an unsettling, unblinking stare that should have been warning enough to keep Hammer from doing something extraordinarily stupid. Hammer's little, every day stupidities were probably too tenacious for the threat of dental work to shake out of him.