"I see you've met us," Tony snorts with all the dryness he can muster. Arrogant, insane and brilliant. Sounds about right.

"Yes, there are three. I'm the handsome one. You might want to be careful of that," he adds, nodding towards Ivar's hands and barely breaking stride even with the sudden subject change. "There are some sharp edges. And pointy bits. And my guard dogs will know if you steal anything."