He looked rather helplessly at the mercy of the kitten, his eyes following Pepper's hand as she took away the impending cereal bowl of doom. At least the arc reactor was waterproof.
"Batman? Oh, God, what is it with women and him? He's whiny, moody and uses Bat Shark repellent." Tony slightly pursed his lips. "I'm not a good enough superhero for you? I'm offended, Potts. I thought I was your only sexy superhero. I did save your life," and he gave her a pointed glare.
"I'm just as good as stupid Batman," Tony grumbled, obviously slipping into pouty mode. "Plus my suit is way cooler. I could kick his ass in a heart beat. Can't block repulsor beams."
Salt noticed he was kind of pouting, so she stared at him. Hard. Like she was trying to penetrate his gruff exterior with her cuteness beam. Damn her. Now he was cracking into a small smile as he ran his fingers through her fluffy hair where she laid down on his stomach and rolled over onto her back, her little claws scratching at his skin lightly. It didn't hurt, and he found it amusing to see her attacking his hand.
"How about it, Pepper? If I pet you, will you roll over and let me rub your tummy, too?" Then he tilted his head back to grin up at her, his tongue then sticking out of the corner of his mouth as he roughed up Salt just a little to get her to attack him harder.