"...Alright." Damage was the word that came to mind, though he had more tact than to say it. Everyone had chinks in their armor, but not everyone wore the face of a child. And for Tony, even knowing the trick wasn't enough to negate the effects.

"Well, me llamo Tony. Tony Stark." He relented, approaching the bed to toss the papers into a somewhat-orderly mess onto the nightstand.