Well that was all very majestic for the lord of the bacterial wasteland, and very benevolent, too, which Tony had to admire. The easy acquiescence of the King of the Sewers had Iron Man nodding appreciatively at Spider-Woman, who didn't seem to be nearly so interested in being sympathetic to a walking mushroom. At least she had thanked him; they had clearly worked very hard to accrue such a stomach-turning mass of terrible shit. Everybody had a thing. Like, today Jess' thing seemed to be being a turncoat bastard.
"Me?" Iron Man answered His Lordship with some surprise at being addressed in such a way, hands to his chest as he fussed over the way to answer. "Well, for a first date, it's certainly a doozy." Whether Spider-Woman liked it or not, though, they did have the same goals here, and Iron Man (leaving the little gnomes to their work, regretfully) made cautious motions to follow her, just to keep an eye on her and be on hand for when she gave in to a clear desire to straight book it. "As long as you're here," he continued, tipping a respectful hand and fumbling around for an appropriate address and came up with, "Your Greatness, maybe you've seen what we've lost: it's a little box, kind of, it makes, uh, like a light..." Meanwhile, Iron Man swung around, scanning piles of discarded treasures methodically for that energy signature rather than digging in right away.