[Stark doesn't particularly spend a lot of time in the gym himself. It's not his cup of tea, frankly. Meatheads go to the gym.]

[But he's looking for Vin and someone pointed him in the direction so in he steps, lighting as a cigarette as he goes in his usual act of highly imaginative defiance. What he doesn't expect is Vin decked out in armor. The smoke he lets out comes in small, quick puffs as he tries not to laugh and generally fails in that attempt.]

Hey Vin, [he says as casually as possible. He clears his throat, stifling a grin and distracting himself with taking a drag off his cigarette.] Looking forward to the jousting tournament later or something? Should I make you a horse or is Clifford gonna work?