"She'd hate you for saying that," Tony replied, sure if there was any animosity between them, he wanted nothing to do with it and had dumped it from his memory banks. If the matter hinged around their relationship status, he really had to side with Pepper on this one. He was a horrible thing to wish on anyone, Pepper was so much better than that. Not that Steve wasn't an unwavering beacon of goodness, there were other factors there, like...but... Tony fixated firmly on Joe like he had just done something really enchanting, earning him a tickle to his fat little stomach and getting Tony a very hard kick to his leg in return. Fair. "That's good, though, 'the equivalent to a day'..." he parroted, latching on to the distraction. "You know you have full control of your cycles here? It's like Vegas, it can be the same day for months, a guy can get a lot of shit done. Keeping the Vegas thing rolling, there is a lot to do, some of these alien gals are terrifyingly insatiable. I have new standards. I broke my nose. Can you tell? Don't worry about it, amazing surgeon, industry secret."