"Yeah that's. Classy." Tony mutters as Rocket spits. But doesn't seem all that really put out by it.

"Well a talking one is new, I'll give you that." He pauses. "A talking real one anyway. I don't know about you Meeko. But I'm getting off the ice, the way you're moving, also probably a good idea, don't you think?"

It's not like Tony wouldn't like to keep hurling insults at the raccoon. But right now he's a target to people who can skate and hurt him at the same time.