Tony moves to the front of his desk and leans against it, arms folded, feet crossed at the ankle. He watches the other man with the cards carefully.
"A bowl of fruit?" Tony asks, eyebrow raised. But he shrugs. He has to go into his lab for a moment to get the fruit, then comes back in and digs a business card case out of a desk drawer, and places them both on the desk. He remains in his chair facing the man, watching curiously.