That was honestly a surprise and Tony had to squint for a moment over the sunglasses still perched on his nose to fully accept that it had, in fact, been from Kitty's direction that the movement had come from. He actually put his tablet down to commit his full attention to this, feet still up on his desk but hands folded over his stomach as he wondered, "None of the Red Shirt material in any of your multiple misguided extracurriculars discovered their cojones yet?" It wasn't exactly a fine selection of bachelors, but Kitty Pryde should have had a surplus of them in her universe.