With the third pass Nick made, Tony finally looked up, just lifting his head at first to watch the General then rediscovering his confidence somewhere around Nick's fifth tour of the room. He leaned back in his seat, sipping his coffee with his fingers already twitching against his thigh like he had his terminal in front of him.
"'ve you thought about a prosthetic?" he eventually mumbled around his cup, and the wide-eyed innocence was back. Not that that look ever worked on anyone that had spent more than 30 seconds with Tony. It did at least give them a clue that he either deserved something or wanted something. Rarely did the two options coincide.