"What about a suit of armor?" Okay, so Tony wasn't so practical. "Those women guards...?" Well, he had been, until Bruce Banner strolled into his life (well, hid in the back of the room behind a lot of chairs with all exits in sight), been very interested in what women had to offer and old habits died hard. He still looked. He didn't touch, but he couldn't help but look. Then again, Alessa was a child."Maybe a sword? In case you get tired of fire blasting people? It could be a nice change of pace."

Tony himself would have loved a sword at her age! And probably accidentally chopped his ear off.

Being served a truncheon of crusty bread and a thick creamy soup poured inside of it with the largest mug of ale he'd ever seen (including the ones at the feast), Tony glanced at the massive knife it had come with and grinned. "Okay, maybe not a sword. A hairpin's nice though. And I can always build you armor if you really wanted some." He broke a piece off of the bread bowl and dipped it in the soup. "Oooh, or one of those ships?"

Even if Bruce wasn't looking at him, Tony reacted as if he was getting an eyeroll.

"What? I think those ships are cool."