Tony chuckles. In the stylist lottery, Tony definitely won the grand prize there. Cinna and Portia both, while maybe not always lining up with Tony's personal taste, had yet to dress him in anything he would rather stick hot pokers in his eyes than be seen wearing in public.

"Looks a bit like it, huh," he's not even going to pretend it doesn't look that way. Tony knows a badly tailored suit when he sees one. He laughs. Gives the kid a brief pat on the shoulder, "You look good though."