"It usually is. I'd be worried if it wasn't. I think you can call off the search and rescue party."

Tony reaches back with his free hand to shoo Gene's pinchy fingers away from his backside, and – cunningly! – laces his own fingers through them and redirects them to his hip.

"Do you think you can help it long enough for us not to get kicked out of Aifaran Waffle House? If I don't get an omelette soon, I may not be in the mood for you to grope my butt later," Tony jokingly threatens. "I get grumpy, you know. Rhodey says it's low blood sugar."