"Interesting company I keep off of New York's streets," correction; and he took this time when Tony stood to give him one look-over. Although it wasn't obvious, Sherlock was good at being extremely discrete when he was watching people. In a matter of seconds, Stark had already lived up to his facade. Arrogant, believing himself the better than most about him. Surely he's justified it with the fact that, out of the general population, his mental prowess is far beyond 99% of them. Yet he bragged it and people who bragged it often lacked something deeper. Compensation, and so what was Tony compensating for? Sherlock knew about Afghanistan, the turn from weaponry to clean energy, the war and his father Howard Stark. Of course he did, Holmes made a point to stalk those of his kin (interesting, intelligent, broken (addicts)).

What is Tony Stark if not for his intelligence? He has a way to woo, uses it less than he used to but still does, but does he care - at all - about any of the company he keeps at his side or in his bed? Unlikely. Can't stop thinking. PhDs in Physics and Electrical Engineering -- seemingly an insomniac with the amount of creation that comes from him annually.

He noted the cut of the suit jacket. The shirt, could distinguish it immediately. A classic rock fan. Vintage? Possibly, too early to tell. A need to keep appearance but the high-end labels aren't him, not really. And as for Sherlock? Well. Looking homeless and/or 'normal' befit him more than not. And what to tell from the shake? Well, Holmes' grip wasn't flimsy nor overdone. Firm just the same, a single shake. Strong, to the point. Then gone.

"I also deducted that beneath your rich exterior lies a man with very few meaningful connections; but those few are ones he'd die for. I'd wager you would take to bonding with your inventions before the people around you and that's not just because you invented them, you're not that vain you just pretend to be. It's because there's a lethally small margin of people who can keep your mind stimulated enough to fulfill what you need in a relationship or who see beneath your mask - Potts, for example. Which further then explains why you've taken to alcohol to sooth over that feeling of misplacement while remaining in character of the fun-loving party hound genius. No one wants to hear about yet another genius' life going down the toilet."

He sits, and links his hands on the table. Eyes not moving from the man across.

"That's far too typical, and the public doesn't want typical, and you," he makes a point with one finger, "hate the idea that there just might be other people out there in the world like you. You like the attention of being one of a kind because similar to all men and women who are gifted with heightened intelligence they traveled through life without a single friend. You intimidated most of your peers and they hated you for making them look dull so your intelligence went without praise. Instead it was feared. This was up until you realized you had a certain presence, likely in high-school. Using your happy-go-lucky charm and copious amounts of wealth you founded your mask."

He motions with his hand to the man.

"This new and improved Tony Stark. Billionaire philanthropist, and the bitter child bit the dust but he neve really did, did he? He just hid away from the public eye."

Sherlock nods to the shirt, "Original?"