That couldn't be poignant observation, that wasn't Hammer's style; wishful thinking, then, that Tony didn't want to dwell on or reward. He would have snarled his displeasure if that last smack didn't leave him carefully still, cheek pressed to the floor and watching the bodyguards out of the corner of his eye, willing himself not to flinch if they came at him again. "Ever try making something of your own?" he proposed, and, dammit-- the preemptive flinch was just a twitch of his eye, but he had to take a deep breath (that didn't do much for his zen) to push it back down.