"Hiding?" Tony parroted incredulously, but then understanding seemed to dawn on him and he left his cigar on the ashy plate by his seat as he rose. "Is that what you came back here for? I'll get out of your way." Hands up in complete, sarcastic understanding, he made a sidling move toward the door. Only Steve was within arm's reach of it and that didn't seem entirely safe, so Tony wavered, fingers twitching as if to invite him to make himself at home or flick him away, whatever came first.