Tony, having expected something different, tucks his chin in at the mention of some kind of split decision between joining Research or Forces.

Doesn't laugh. And the urge to kind of do so isn't because Dr. Strange isn't formidable in battle, or anything, never mind what amount of rift-nerfing he's been through. No, it's just the thought of this guy pulling guard duty alongside rectangles like Barrow and Abby, tolerating Flint's businesslike disinterest.

Fortunately, Tony doesn't have to do either himself nor Stephen the indignity of making a case.

"You'll like it more," is a consolation prize, and also a given. "Than Forces. Also I'm extremely bad at keeping track of what everyone is working on at any given time, and I just figure you're probably doing something right when I start getting complaints in my inbox."

He parts his hands. Tada. "Anything you wanna know?"