Close enough. There was a pregnant pause while they both considered each other's proffered hands before Tony took Wen Ning's wrist to draw him into a proper handshake, just a squeeze in both of Tony's hands. As long as they were sharing, it was only fair that he offered a small bow, too, as he stepped back, smiling sardonically and keeping his gaze on Wen Ning, so all bases were covered. Great, not clumsy at all.

The forge as a stone column, several stories high but oppressively dark by only a few feet above their heads, making the massive space feel intimately small. The two bright points in the echoing hall were the crackling fire, ember low but rolling a thick heat across the floor, and the array of lighting above the workbench that Tony led them toward with another gesture to keep following, it was fine, nothing in here was as breakable as it looked, probably. He could handle it, anyway, and carelessly shoved his work aside to make room on the table, unconcerned at the sound of glass hitting the floor.