"Anyone, anything- generally we look down on damaging humanoid shaped things that get brought in through the tubes. You're lucky I'm the one that found it. Anyone else would've sounded some kind of alarm and stirred up a witch hunt and that is- that is just a migraine and a half, honestly-" Tony rolls his eyes, patting Elton to urge him to move along. The peacat huffs before weaving across, hopping up onto THIS connor's lap, paws delicately placed on his shoulders as he leans up to give it a sniff.

Not the same as the other Connor and therefore- acceptable to rub against.

Tony doesn't do much more than quirk a brow at the peacat's choice, but he doesn't warn him either. No reason. "Me? Not so much."