Okay, so, despite the ridiculous--and honestly completely anticipated--implication that his stuff isn't up to snuff, Tony finds he's warming to a version of Howard Stark who can take an interest in his son's work.

Kind of bizarre to think this is the same guy who seemed like he couldn't be bothered to care his kid existed once upon a time.

"Uh-huh. Tell you what. I'll set you up here with anything you want, and you're on. Knock yourself out."