Tony let him take his time, barely resisting the urge to ask if he'd like some coffee with his sugar. Rue didn't seem like he'd get the joke, and more importantly it would derail the conversation.

"Okay, first, I can build this in my sleep, I'm a genius, it's what I do. Please, I've built way more complicated things in way worse conditions."

A miniature nuclear reactor in a cave with bits and pieces of missiles, for instance.

"To pay me would be insulting, frankly. Second, I'm a nice guy. Philanthropist, superhero, saved the world, again, what I do. I'm a do-gooder, I do good, like giving free shit to a weird blind kid who puts fourteen sugar cubes in his coffee. You don't look like you'll turn into a power-hungry supervillain, so I think I'm safe there, but even if you did you'd be stupid because anyone could just knock the glasses off your face. And if that motivation isn't good enough for you, third, I'm also really bored."

Tony paused to sip his coffee as well as let Rue ruminate on the offer. He had to add, however, a further thought. Kid seemed like he needed it.

"Fourth, don't be a schmuck. If you want something, go for it, none of this 75% certain crap. You won't get anything like that. Piece of advice."