<Tony Stark?> [He tilts his head a little, sizing him up.] <Son of a bitch.> [At least he doesn't sound mad. Maybe a little awe-struck, possibly confused.]

<We -- Humans, but my friends and I more specifically -- put an end to their war for them. We freed the only captive of their race that had ever been taken. It bought humans significant bargaining power. Now they come to Earth as tourists. Mostly for the Cinnabons.> [He steps carefully across the table -- making sure not to disrupt anything Tony has laid out, until he's right in front of him.]

<I'd like to take a sample of your DNA. It won't hurt, but it would mean that I can take on your appearance any time in the future.>