["Why're you still in my dollhouse" is the first reply that comes to mind, but Tony puts it on the back burner. For now. Instead he starts looking around for something sharp.]

I was kind of envisioning having breakfast. I'm booked solid till 8.

[So lunch isn't really a thing that's happening. Not today at least. He picks up a plastic knife. Puts it down. Nope.]

I see you're still alive.

[...Attempts made. He just doesn't have a nice setting.]