Tony laughed, nodding his agreement. He would never deny the man that title. Glancing around the room, he had the impulse he always did that if they held out a little longer they could get another chunk of the work done, but.. that was just the workaholic's siren's call.

"Alright." He pulled off his dusty work gloves and unhooked his heavy tool belt. He groaned as he stretched, setting it down. He wondered if he had the energy to go over to the hot springs tonight. He did have some hot oil. Would Gladio feel up to that tonight? Hmm.

"Too bad there's not a nice steak house here or seafood.." Meat. Basically any good, fresh, real meat. With a sigh, he came over and tucked his arm around Gladio's waist. "Did you know sometimes the gods around here just give people gifts? I heard they give people baskets with food from home- like we used to have to order back on the train."