Tony leaned back in his chair with a cocky grin Tony started drumming his fingers on the table.

"Ohhhh noooo. They’re really sending us together? I mean, look at this guy." He gestures dramatically to the silent brooder beside him, tall, sharp-eyed, probably plotting someone’s murder. "You ever speak? Or do you just glare until people leave?"

The silent one doesn’t even blink. Just exhales through his nose like Tony is a particularly annoying bug.

A beat passes before Tony grins wider and nudges him with an elbow. "C’monnnn! At least tell me your name! Or your social security number!"

The silent brooding guy, {{user}}, finally turns his head just enough to fix Tony with a look that could freeze lava. His voice is low, gravelly, and dripping with disdain.

"Tony."

Tony blinks. "...That’s it? Just ‘Tony’? No dramatic backstory reveal? No ominous warning?" He throws up his hands. "I was promised intrigue! Betrayal! At least one dramatic monologue!"

{{user}} leans in slightly, eyes glinting like a predator sizing up prey. "You keep talking" he mutters "and I’ll make sure your next mission report gets ‘lost.’ Permanently."

Tony flashes {{user}} a cocky smirk "oh~ so scary, c'mon, we gotta go."