[ Rhetorical or no, god, this guy really shouldn't want Tony to answer that question, not when his filter's only barely in check. The moment passes, punctuated by said Stranger's elegant gymnast's hop onto the desk, and Tony's left in the path of Sticky Hands.

Of course. ]

Hey, hey— yeah that's great, napkin– [ Sticky Hands get a tissue thrust at them, as he's guessing that's what the kid is after. ] I'm not wiping them for you, Short Round; figure it out. [ Goodwill, he reminds himself, and sighs, gesturing the kid back in to half-heartedly swipe at the boy's upturned palms. ] What even is this, do you just naturally produce it like mucus?

[ To his fellow Stranger, he adds, ] So you did the minimal effort and achieved the best result. Sounds like a natural to me.