Peter opens his mouth to protest, but thinks better of it. It's not worth arguing over this anymore, anyway. He wasn't going to debate over anyone's choice of words right now.

"Okay," he says to Tony. "Just..." Peter rubs at his nose with the back of his hand. "...let me know when and where you need me."

A beat and then:

"Can Liz and I go up to my room now? I'm really -- I'm just really wiped."