Tony selected another tiny silver tool from the billfold spread over one arm. Finally he pushed some of the records out of the way, gently but mindlessly setting things aside so he could work in the immediate space available. His balance was off, because the one arm didn't work right and the other leg didn't work right, turning out a Tony that could only work on one leg. He would reach up one hand, stop at the extent of the shoulder, then hand himself things. It looked awkward, but there was no question that Tony didn't even notice. He was concentrating on the contact of the needle on the record as he held the tone arm in place, hunched over and squinting. Laine skipped on and off ("ehhhp--aaayyyy--dance--") as Tony listened to the sound for only a few moments before making his tiny adjustments.
"I don't believe that. The internet is rife with it. I can't do a search for bunny rabbits safely, these days. That's what JARVIS is for." He scratched his cheek with a flathead no longer than his finger. "Information highway, Steve. Hard to get away from it." Tony looked up and around from what he was doing, pausing in the act of cleaning the needle, ever so precisely. "Though I guess you're doing a decent job." He looked back at the needle, set it down, and the record started over again. Tony's eyes shifted as he watched the needle steadily. With a more even balance, the needle had more contact, and the sound was richer. Satisfied, Tony tipped his chin and stretched his neck on his shoulder.
He shuffled toward the couch, grinning at Steve's new embarrassment. "Don't judge people in their fantasies. I have it on high authority that Captain America is very edible." Such a smirk.