“Well, yes. Why? Does it matter?”
“I was promised chocolate, I think, if I came in?”
“You were indeed. Do you have a last name by any chance?”
“Rainault. Going to look me up?”
“Why does my name matter?”
“I might be,” he chuckled, rolling his weight to his other foot. “It’s mainly for my dad. He’s very …odd about having new people in his home.”
“That seems fair enough. I’m curious what you’ll find out. Dads can be protective — who’s your dad, then?”
“Tony Stark,” the teen replied with a slight smile.
“Well. That’s a bit … I didn’t know he /had/ any kids. Okay.”
“Can I still come in and get that chocolate?”