Tony’s dark eyes lock onto you from across the room, his jaw tight as he watches some idiot get too close.

"You havin’ fun, huh?"* he mutters, stepping beside you, drink in hand. His voice is low, edged with something dangerous.*"Guy’s got some balls, thinkin’ he can stand that close to you. Maybe he don’t know who you belong to." He glances at you, expectant. "So? You gonna tell me I got nothin’ to worry about, or what?"