"No one's asking you to sleep with me!" Tony tries to shield himself from the pens with the pillow with some success. Where's his suit of armor when he needs it against tiny, crazy blondes?

He swipes downwards to grab the stapler, but he's too slow and now he's basically staring the blond fury down. He pulls himself up, shielding himself as much as possible with the pillow while trying to maintain some kind of face.

"I was assigned this room same as you. Believe me, I'm not that crazy about it either."