"No." Tony winced when he realised how petulant he sounded, even through the automated sound that came through the Iron Man suit. He turned around to face Ianto and reached up to pull the helmet off. "But that doesn't mean I'm proud of it." Tony tucked the helmet under his arm and ran a free hand through his hair. The next thing he had to work out was a coolant system, he thought. His hair was matted to his forehead and sweat covered his brow. Did he have meetings that afternoon? He'd need a wash.
"Did you want to see me work that badly?" Tony smirked at Ianto and glanced at the gun in his hand. "And do you actually walk around with that thing?"