"Just a little project," Tony answered, which was easy enough to interpret if they did share as much as Tony hoped. What was he ever doing? It gave him something to keep his mouth busy, and hopefully Jan's focus elsewhere as he stretched up again with his hand cupped anxiously over his chest, then peeled out of his clothes; "Have to go old school here to get any custom work done. Half the time, I'm firing the metal myself, hammer and anvil, whole deal." His shoulders stayed defensively rounded until he had stepped down and could drop his scarred chest below the water, sinking up to his chin and telling himself not to check Jan's expression and to relax. She'd seen him in worse repair. She hadn't even seen his rewritten body. It would have helped if she didn't look better than ever. "You can let me do the dirty work, though. Getting dirty is my pleasure."