"Nothing," he answers, too openly. He never wants her to have to fear anything while they're together. That's a partner thing, right? Tony's doubting himself more and more with each pleasant burn of vodka. "...I hope for the sake of those Mathlete's blood pressure you never lost." Okay, maybe mostly his blood pressure. He draws a card though he hadn't meant to do that. He discards it right after, wasting his turn.