"Fortescue? Tony Stark. Now we're properly acquainted. And if the lovely goddess knows of anywhere a ruggedly handsome mechanic could procure these gifts of alcoholic pleasure, she would certainly be included in the spoils." He hadn't had a drop of liquor since he arrived and he would be more than willing to share if he had any.

But the next question helped tone down the flirt a few degrees. "The usual grounds, the usual equipment, the usual artificial intelligence that hinders my progress with his safety procedures..." And the usual stunning redhead who barges into his shop and nags his ear off until he has to go join her for dinner or sleep, whatever the case may be. He shrugged. "Y'know. The works. I'm a little spoiled. Don't you miss anything of home?"