Temugin stares at him for a moment - more impertinence, but he's honestly never dealt with this before. Nobody has left him to his own devices. Ever. Or told him to make himself at home.

"All right."

Awkward pause.

"Thank you."

He watches Stark leave, and once the other man is gone, he heads towards his room. His room.

This is going to take a lot of getting used to.