"Oh, wow, I'm definitely going to win, then. I'm a techno-enhanced supergenius. I've got so many wits it's actually unprecedented in the history of human science." Tony declares, wearing a shit-eating grin. "I don't think you thought this through, Gene."

And the hand that had been lying in wait resting affectionately on Gene's waist sneaks up to pinch the sensitive skin on his ribs. It's on.