"Good. I liked her." Gwen wasn't like the other women Tony socialised with. It wasn't the fact that she was married (that hardly changed anything with most women, they still threw themselves at him), but that she'd refused to take any of his usual playboy ridiculousness and he'd not felt comfortable throwing it at her. Sure he could try and charm her, but she also understood when he started babbling about engineering, weaponry and invention. It was refreshing.
When Ianto sneezed again Tony raised an eyebrow. "You need drugs. And a bed. And some time without a gun. I've got the drugs and a cot back in the labs, if you think going home to a screaming infant isn't going to help anything. And if you do want some company..." He smirked. Teasing his assistant never really got old. "There're some numbers we could call."
The helmet was still under his arm, but Tony moved it now. He held it in front of himself with two hands. "I should wrap this up. Heroics mean bringing the bad guys in-- or at least putting them somewhere where they can be found." Like dangling off the side of the building. That would give the mugger something to wake up to.