Maybe Tony is hard wired to disagree. His face contorts briefly from the force of trying to police his tongue but in the end, it’s at least partially in vain. He feels comfortable with Loki, the way geniuses have always felt an unhealthy level of comfort around subjects they are trying to get to the bottom of. “I’ve spent a life time trying to get out of my dad’s shadow. You make your own name if you’re worth anything.”

He’s not trying to insult Loki. He doesn’t think he even can insult him. The creature is obviously old and perhaps even more obviously humoring him, but without knowing Loki can have a hairline trigger, he forged ahead the way he wants to. Not the way it would be safest for himself to do so.

He sets his cheek on his hand and grins. “But I don’t mind observing you.” At least he doesn’t whistle. “But I’ve got to tell you that I’ve been warned after getting myself out on another no entry list. I don’t think my lawyers can practice off Earth.” But the promise of mischief sounds whole heartedly amusing to him.