In Tony's still-quite inebriated state, he gave his partner a quizzical little smile and lowered his hand, giving it a firm pat. "It's my armor, Big Guy. Nanoparticles, fresh off the press." He emphasized his point with a metallic 'SNAP' that resonated above the dull roar of the crowds.

In the next moment, his arm was bare--the armor following his directives by mere thought.

"New development, I know. Usually I had to call on the clunky suit from afar." He tossed the crowd another shining grin, still bathed in their attention.