Tony Stark speaks latin. Well, he could if he wasn't blitzed out of his mind. He's doing all he can to not see three or four wrists swirling around before his eyes. But when there's the presence of a beauitful woman, he seems to be able to turn himself into a functioning alcoholic. Kind of. "Huh. So you're kinda' lke this guy I know. Blade? If I'm assuming the Pit means what I think it means." Tony doesn't want to get too specific. He doesn't know about people's secret identities and what not. He's proud to be public but... who knows how this world is in comparison to the shitstorm he left.