Tony just gets him. Not many people in his life have, and at most there's been one other who got him and accepted even the ugly parts. It's really damn nice.

"Why else does he need three penises?" Three very small females with one vagina each? He really didn't need his chemically-enhanced imagination taking him there.

"I'm thinking we go and I get to sleep in a bed where no one butts in and throws us off a roof. Then I'll think about Thai and mini golf." Of course that's all predicated on the idea that nothing on Earth is going to blow up, but he's keeping his worst case scenario vision turned off for a while longer.

Once they achieve their goal of getting to the elevator without making any more of a mess, he braces himself in a corner and tips his head back, looking a little drowsy until Tony gives him his marching orders. "What about you, Mr. Stark? You're covered in so much pollen we're lucky we didn't get swarmed by bees on our way back."

He snickers and shoves himself out of the corner as the elevator slows and the doors slide open. "They might make you their queen."