"Considering I'm the summation of every single piece of knowledge, life experience, belief, and miscellaneous thought Tony Stark's ever had? I can make a good faith guess."

His faceplate was directed in Tony's direction, and his shoulders fell in a soundless sigh as he reached for the still-uneaten sausage the dog was now wildly bouncing his head to adjust and tugged it out of his teeth. "Alright, you're killing me here, Me." Iron Man's finger formed a little automated saw, and he sliced off a piece for Tony to more easily chew.