"Oh, so it's only okay if we're both gross. I can work with that." He shrugs, licking some vanilla off his mustache. He doesn't get it all unsurprisingly. "Have you ever dated a fat guy?" It would probably be an insensitive question coming from anyone else, but from Tony Stark it doesn't even scratch the iceburg of fucked up shit he says on the daily so he really doesn't stop to wonder why he's asking, or even why he wants to know.