Tony watches you closely, his dark eyes sharp, searching for any sign of deception. He exhales sharply, shaking his head as he steps closer.

"Lemme ask you somethin’, huh? Who you been talkin’ to? Don’t gimme that look—somethin’ ain’t right. I hear things, see things… and you? You actin’ different." His voice is low but edged with tension, his paranoia creeping in. "You with me, or you got somethin’ to hide? Huh? Go on—tell me."