"You're right, it doesn't." It's much lighter this time, clearly a joke. In his experience, Pepper Potts was usually to always right anyway, it doesn't seem worth challenging.

But then his face falls a little at her obvious struggle to get the words out. He chews on the inside of his lip and decides to just -- decide. One of them has to, right?

"Want to meet there in an hour? I had some... stuff to finish up." Not that he doesn't always, but he hates the idea of losing his place.