[This game got sadder. Tony's rolling his eyes and tuning him out, planting his feet on the arm of the couch to push harder against Hammer's leg to get a little attention here. What did he even think he was going to do with both of those drinks?
Tony could chew him up, though; then he'd have some value. So he lifts his head into Hammer's lap to nose under his stupid vest and catch the hem of it in his teeth.]