Obadiah pulls one last glove out of the box and puts it on, nudging Tony's thighs apart for the final salve application.

"I owe you a little more time with the gun," he says, deliberately timing the remark to coincide with the careful press of his fingers. "Maybe use it a bit sooner next time. Listening to you in here shook my control a little more than I'd realized it would." He doesn't mind admitting it, because it's the kind of thing he'd usually keep to himself and thus the kind of thing Tony will want to hear right now.

It's not quite the same thing as admitting to a weakness, anyway.