[The secrets of Tony Stark's ability to ingest things will soon become clear. For now, he makes no move to leave or adjust his suit, choosing instead of walk around. Swizz swizz again, the tiny motors in his armored legs and arms make minute, almost kittenish sounds as he navigates about the small space, examining Arthur's style as it translates to his living quarters.

The crate goes up onto the nearest table.] So, [he says.] I've been wondering about some of the other differences between our worlds. I'm gonna assume it's not just a couple of celebrity names. [ACTUALLY. But sue him okay, how is he supposed to know?] Let me guess. You also have vampires. Witches. Aliens took over one or two nations a couple of years back and you fended them off with the help of a spiritual figure wielding a giant magnetic hammer.

[He digs his gloved fingertips in under the edge of the crate lid. There's a splintering crack.]