"Says the first guy needing me to take time out of my schedule to fit to a suit. Brody was enough like me to fit my gear, but your paunch and tallness are making things difficult," Tony grunted, tools working quickly. There was almost no discernable reaching time for him, tools just appeared in his hands. He finished the first boot, and the second went faster, since he had a good idea of the adjustments that needed to be made.
"If you're going to call me Prince Charming for touching the feet I don't want to know what you're thinking when I adjust the groin plate," he said matter of factly, then smirked. "But there's always whiskey and gin around if you need a drink to not think about it."
He started next on the gauntlets, going with the least obtrusive body parts first. These would take the most time, every finger needing to be adjusted, then the palm, wrist, and finally the length of the elbow, but he worked steadily.
The offer of the story made Tony smirk. Normally he didn't care, but... well, space ships had always been a thing for him. The fact that the Iron Man suit could go into space had always been something he'd tried to find time to explore more. "I've got to make you show me the schematics for that ship, but, alright. What was the Alliance operating that was turned off by that kind of firepower?"