This woman saved his life multiple times in the past twenty-four hours, woke him up from terrible nightmares and let him cry on her shoulder, and now she's telling him how strong he is. It isn't that he doesn't believe she thinks that, it just blows past all Tony's logic receptors and full boar into the intricacies of humans he just doesn't comprehend. There's actual admiration in her voice, he knows he hears it, but that doesn't mean he gets it.

"If you say so," he manages softly, serving her up a wan smile before closing his eyes and leaning into her hand. He wants to say if she keeps petting his hair she can say whatever she wants to and he'll agree, but sometimes he does actually have the capability to read the mood of a room. "Is it time for more room service yet?" His stomach growls audibly as if driving the point home. He also totally wouldn't mind polishing off their bottle of wine from last night.