The concept wasn't completely alien to Tony; he could understand getting bored and frustrated without being blessed with the duty to inspire. He didn't have much experience with it himself, though. Sitting up now to contemplate this problem with about as much effort as he could grant the ink, he came up with, "Better than most things." He grinned again, clearly pleased with his great effort to comfort her, then shrugged off the inevitable disappointment. So he wasn't good at that stuff, that was what she was supposed to be for. "You're good at it, aren't you?"