"Please, call me Tony," he insisted. Obviously, not every detail would have been recorded accurately, but Tony was sure he had a Dr. Watson to anticipate, not The Woman. He didn't know what to do with that yet, or if it was better to separate them for this exercise. "I hope I'm not interrupting," he started, in any case, looking between them and trying to gauge the temperature of the room and the relationship and make some kind of telepathic link between himself and an alternate universe version of a past fictional inspiration that became his immortal secret fiance so she could just sense that before he had to be blamed.