Ballsy response, that. "You're pretty straightforward for a guy with a sketchy past who doesn't like talking about himself," Tony observes. "Good. I can't stand spineless yes-men."

He takes a sip of his Perrier, looking increasingly satisfied with his purchase.

Then his phone buzzes. Tony looks at the screen, and frowns. "Duty calls," he sighs, "Got some work to take care of. Sorry." He pulls out his tablet again and flips out the keyboard. His fingers start flying over the keys. Within moments, he's lost in his own little world, running calculations and simulations, all his focus absorbed by the science in front of him. Unless Temugin interrupts, the rest of the ride will pass in silence.