Tony hummed, feeling the wind soften in its fervor. Not yet. Instead, he drew back in close to Thor's front and ran his gloved hands up his stomach, to his chest, back to his shoulders--avoiding jostling the silver pieces as he brought them back in to warm the man's firm neck.

"I can't stand being one-upped." He admitted with a remnant of a chuckle in his voice. "I give you the starry sky, you give me the snow, and now I've gotta up the ante."