Tony was tense. He was taking a chance, asking for something he ha never thought he would honestly wan. Except he did. He wanted it more than he could ever imagine. He wanted this and then Arthur was saying he didn't need his own room and his shoulders relaxed ever so slightly.

"Well, office can happen, with your own whiteboard walls," he said, smirking at that. "And we'll convert the room you don't want into a closet," he offered, meaning it. "I'll get Pepper on it in the morning, have it done in a few days. If you need things moved here, we can do it, or hire someone."

He understood that Arthur might not want strangers, even ones that Tony hired, handling his things.

"Anything else you need? Speak now or forever hold your peace," he teased.