Having someone paw at his backside is a new feeling, not bad by any means, but a bit distracting. Bruce breathes warm against Tony's neck, then shifts his weight to an elbow to look over him. His fingers find the scar at the center of his chest, feeling the reconstructed bone beneath. Such a beautifully done surgery, but then again Tony had paid for the best of the best.

Bruce's gaze lifts from that and he is quiet but, somewhat rarely, a bit blunt because fumbling towards an unknown is a touch disconcerting. "What do you want me to do?" He asks. Not quite what he wanted to ask, which is 'what do you want from me?' But it would do for now.