[... Did he say something wrong? Perhaps he did. He'll allow Lazarus the moment to compose himself, won't ask if he'd somehow done something wrong. Nobody needs to deal with what is surely a ridiculous insecurity of his.]

I'll do what I can. I have . . . ventured to touch a few myself. [Sometime after Tony had done the same and proven the blobs are not going to attack them or whatever else.] Perhaps unsurprisingly, they have turned into toys.