Most people didn't understand their wit and sarcasm because most people didn't exactly find that sort of behavior endearing. Tony supposed he could understand, on a tiny level, why they would feel that way, what with them being more people persons than he was. Then again, they didn't have the reliability of being rich, famous, and clever enough to come off as eccentric to pass as an excuse for the unpredictable and rude behavior that Tony was so accustomed to handing folks on a regular basis, so they had to play nice with people to get on in the world, didn't they? Tony couldn't imagine having to bend on knee and kiss ass everywhere he went to get what he wanted ; truthfully, he felt sympathetic for those who did have to. Not enough to, you know, cease demanding that people bend on knee and kiss his ass when they were employed by him, but still. He didn't envy them, did he?
“Hmm. I guess you could make costume demands of me. Of course, then there's that pesky situation where I'm the one responsible for upping the defense systems and weaponry around here in support of fighting the big fight with the apocalypse. It would be a terrible thing if my funds were rejected by an outside party who had been making ridiculous enough demands for me to abandon my goals. Imagine how much of an advantage all those poor people would have without me supplying them with what they needed to help them survive because I refused you...” Tony sighed dramatically at that. Surprisingly, if he had no other choice, Tony probably would have given in to Felicia's costume demands if he had to. As often as he claimed that he was no hero, Tony wouldn't have had it in himself to walk away from innocent people who needed protection. For all his anti-people tendencies, he certainly cared for them more than one would assume.
All joking aside, as soon as Felicia started going on along the ledge of the roof like some sort of acrobat walking the ropes in the middle of a circus act, Tony couldn't help but twitch a little. He might have been pretty height savvy when he was jetting through the skies in his suit, but it was a teeny bit different of a situation when he was standing in front of someone he was fond of who looked as though they could tumble over the edge of a roof at any second while he was there without his suit on to make with the rescuing if the tumbling were to ever happen. Felicia might have taken the claim to the name of a cat for a reason, but that didn't make Tony comfortable with the way she hopped from building to building as though it were the easiest thing in the world, nor did it make him happy to simply stand there and watch as she paced along the ledge in front of him without a single care in the world.
Tony cleared his throat awkwardly. “I'll make you a deal. You stop doing that – “ He nodded to the ledge, indicating that he wasn't all too fond of her crazy pacing up there. “-- and I'll go to New York with you. Museums and all.” Tony wasn't an idiot ; chances were, Felicia was probably going to pull some sort of stunt at said museums, but right now Tony would happily play the fool if it convinced Felicia to stop running around up there. He really was getting twitchy about it.
“Class, wit, and skill, huh?” Acceptable enough answer. Tony had a pretty simple one for his own as well, of course. “I'm better. Period.”