"I don't think the residents are ready for two of me." Tony sighed, scratching his chin where the skin met the metal.

"Probably not. But an intelligence program can hope for acceptance, can't he?" Blinking out, he re-appeared by the table instantaneously, then by the wood pile. "Not having to deal with excess bodily fluids is nice, but the debauchery is pretty fun."

"You say that like you aren't backed up with my memories every microsecond."

"True, but--it's not the same."

Whether or not this AI was expressing something deeper or simply whinging was a question Tony didn't have the wherewithal to mull over just yet. "You'll live." Then, his mirror image had vanished once more, and Tony's face was revealed to regard Peter skeptically. "...I wouldn't call that well-adjusted but I won't say no to a bit of frolicking."