Tony's own smirk was just as arrogant but honestly pleased as he watched the realization dawn on Bruce's face. So it was a Bruce who knew him. That was good.
The billionaire turned to close the bag of tools and close the panel. "Looks like everything's ship shape up here, J. Put her down," he said. The rig descended fairly quickly and smoothly, giving Tony enough time to take up a casual pose with his arms folded. As the device touched down he smirked, looking Bruce up and down and pushing his glasses up and off his face.
"Broke Harlem yet?" he asked. There wasn't much else to say. Not quite yet. Tony was going to relish seeing a familiar face for a few moments, and even better, a familiar, intelligent, amusing face who was one of the few people Tony had ever found tolerable to collaborate with.