"Look like it, too, honey pie," Tony graciously supplied, leaning over to pass a hand over Rhodey's prone head and close enough like he might kiss it better, only to abort mission with a wrinkled nose. "Getting all of the senses involved, very thorough." He was laughing as he leaned back on his hand, the other still holding his fanned out cards, whatever Steve thought they were doing, to consider absently and not lose a step in this game despite the intrusion. No, really, what were they even playing? He had, like, a hundred cards here. He never really had a step in the first place.