Tony didn't really need the emphasis, but he supposed he deserved it so soon after knocking her out cold and gave Jess another awkward pat, feeling himself losing his nerve with every passing second now that the fight was over, they'd done their worst, and all he had to do with his hands was wait for her to show him what his next move was. No, she wasn't the only one on the team that could use a little head work. So far, Tony didn't feel any compulsion to tell Hammer and/or punish himself for any perceived indiscretion. How far was he going to get on impulse? Who else could he try to tell about Thor, or Loki, or Raven, and how much of that honesty was in anyone's best interest? If it was Jess doing the telling, if she knew half as much as Tony did, was he going to be the one hurting her? Tony's eyes wided slightly and jumped to Bruce at the sound of his name, clearly playing catch up before he laid the other hand on Bruce's elbow to give a squeeze.
"I'll do it, I'll stay. It's my house," he insisted, looking apalled that Bruce would even think to offer. "Don't worry, I won't jack her drugs, I'm in a good place." There was the levity. "Let's clean this up, come on, you're not sloppy."