It gets a dark look, narrowing his eyes Tony's way a second. But ultimately, he can't argue its merits. He'd do anything for Kamala, but she also knows who he is. What he is. He can't stop fighting, even when there's nothing to fight here.

"She's used to it," he settles on with a little shake of his head. It's an excuse, maybe, but it's also true. He has no illusions about who's really the adult in their house. He's nodding a second later at the rest before looking away. "That's the one."