"No impaling, got it. The stuff I work with usually implodes or shoots you face first into a wall," Tony agreed, smirking.
He took the hand and shook it. "Tony Stark," he said, sure the name wouldn't mean anything to the man, unless he'd seen the name emblazened on the tower since it came to the City. "Inventor, philanphropist, superhero." He could go on, but reciting his own abilities and talents was boring and drawn out, so he left the main three on the table with the bourbon.
"I've mostly been working on improving my tower's sensor arrays, but there are a few projects in the work I might need a second pair of hands on. If you can keep quiet around beautiful blondes, that is."