[ In spite of lessons learned and his own quick clarification as to where his interests lie, Tony's fixed attention on Thranduil seems like he might have an argument prepared for this first part. None comes. Thought ticks over.

His eyes flick down to the book opened between them. ]

Refrigeration, soap, and a coal-based industrial revolution. What else you got?

[ This is rhetorical, judging by the start of half-smile, and Tony puts out his hands -- may I? -- and pivots the book around enough for him to glance over. Hmm. Contemporary Earthling Woz Here. He takes one of the loose pages by the corner to pull it closer even as he adds; ]

Would you say no to defense tech? Sabotage, surveillance? 'Cause you shouldn't.