"Please, Zuckerburg wishes he was as good as me." Tony scoffed at the comparison, because this was one thing he didn't have to try and fumble over. He was a genius and had been all of his life - it was just about the one fact that he was entirely certain of in this world. Everything else could shift and change, but that was something that stayed the same.
Sure he was working with modest resources here in Starklandia, but that didn't change who he was at his core.
He frowned when she asked about worshiping satan. "Uh, no - I'm not really into the whole imaginary figures thing." He told her shaking his head. "Worship isn't really my thing." At least not that kind of worship.