[ tony starts when sumo's big head nudges into his palm, but then he's smiling softly and scratching the dog behind the ears. ]

There's no accounting for taste, is there, dude? [ he addresses the dog with a slanted smile before turning his attention back to hank, belatedly processing his inquiry. ] At home? I told you, I run— ran a multibillion-dollar tech company. Now my girlfriend runs it and I... focus on world peace.

I know that's a little Ms. America pageant-y but it's working so like, don't knock it.