That was surprising enough to make Tony's eyes widen, fists squeezing tight, sure he couldn't be interpreting the sensation properly and it was blood dripping down his arms. That would have been okay. With a stuttered breath, he repressed the surprise and tried to draw his hands up into his sleeves, working his raw skin against the ropes again as he lifted his head to raise an unimpressed eyebrow at Hammer. "Donkey. Ass. Asshole?" he tried, apropos of nothing, then asked, "Do you even know how to play charades?"