[He doesn't say another word, nor does he move until Sherlock leaves the room. Where he just sits up, bringing his knees up with him while resting his elbows on his knees. He rubs his chin again and flexes his jaw.]

Tony, you either need to work on your people skills...

[He runs a hand through his hair.]

... Or learn how to fight.

[He hisses at a twinge of pain.]

If this bruises, Bruce is going to kill me.