To say he was settling in would be overstating it massively. The nightmares had only intensified since coming, sleep more and more of an illusion without Pepper's calm, mitigating presence. And Tony had, despite his reputation for playing hard, had always needed work in equal measure. Something to do, something to create, something to stamp with his own unique brand of genius. He wasn't about to bow down and declare himself a happily naturalized citizen. But hey, an invite was an invite, a party was a party, and Emperor or not it was a lot more than Tony currently had going on for himself.

So he found himself at a pretty swank do, sort of like the kind the pretentious and newly-wealthy liked to throw to prove themselves classy. Still, if there was booze, and maybe something interesting to look at on two legs, it was better than cooling his heels off in shared housing, no matter how nice it was.

"So," he said as he turned to whoever was next to him, just to have something to say, "come to inter-dimensional cities with the void often?"