Oh, fantastic. A sadistic jackass, that's good to know. He tucks these details away for later, locks down how the continued ploy might make him feel. Reaches back to an older, dustier mask. His own answering, careless, hollow jackass of a self. The Merchant of Death smiles through Tony's eyes, same as it did for every convention. He might as well have Justin Hammer across from him.

Or Klau.

Or Stane.

"It is remarkable how much you can learn about tech provided you disassemble it properly. Working with it was pretty informative- but scrap? Is right. Substandard work, I have to say, but anything mass produced will be. Pretty disappointing and, if you're identical- I mean you look identical? But I'm figuring you've got the same build, make, model, whatever. Same sloppy connections and sup-par materials. I mean, I've designed more impressive toasters so ultimately? Nothing special- and not really worth the effort in the end. Neither would you be. So. Like I said. We've got the one rule. Don't break it again. Or, you know do." He crackles a laugh that's far less kind than it sounds, shrugging like it doesn't matter. Because it doesn't.

"Made a few new tools to help with the disassembly and wouldn't mind testing if they'd work at range."