As if invoked, Stephen does his own Jesus act, conjures wine from some poor bastard's bottle or a wine-filled dimension. Tony doesn't care; he takes a healthy swallow, then belatedly remembers Pepper's voice reminding him that he can't drink like a playboy billionaire philanthropist anymore, and slows down.

"I'm --" He starts, then holds up a hand as if to get ahead of anything Stephen wants to say, or maybe just to silence himself. Takes another moment. Reaches for a chocolate cookie -- hey, he's earned it.

"So, you're saying.. you've already.." He looks at Stephen closely, as if searching him for evidence.