"Puzzling problem. An enigma wrapped in a mystery wrapped in a robotic twink with sadistic leanings wandering about waiting to get picked up by the mothership." Tony leans forward, Elbows propped on his knees, settling in for something quiet and conspiratorial. This? This is- it's not dealing under the table. It's handling things on the sly with someone that understands how to handle delicate, potentially explosive matters.

Goofy as Thor can be- he is a prince. Diplomacy is a thing. Of the two of them? He's willing to put good money on Loki being better suited to it. Legends called him silver tongue after all, that's gotta be worth something.

Of course, well, here comes the bargain. Tony pours- not a cup of tea, but wine, offering that over. Opening gambit, olive branch, who knows. Maybe both. Probably both. "I will make you something. One item, smaller than a breadbox, as long as it isn't a weapon."