The last person anyone should ever come to for relationship advice is Tony Stark. As requested, he takes a seat with a conflicting mixture of pride and happiness on Daneel’s behalf and a liberal helping of fear and anxiety that he’s going to ask for dating tips that he’s in no way qualified to provide. Unless this is some subtle lead up to asking for sex tips. In that case, he’ll be overqualified and more than happy to help.

Suppressing the urge to whistle in approval, he gives Daneel a wide grin. “That’s probably the best news I heard all day. How’s that going for you? Who’s the lucky person? Do you need me to give them the Talk? I don’t have a shotgun, but I can improvise with standing up straight and stern glares. Probably won't be as effective, but it's the thought that counts, right?”