This display of York's sudden breakdown might have been just as intriguing to Tony as how he physically worked, keeping Tony studying the movement, dipping his head like he could catch York's eye again, staring through him. Nothing in this room could be trusted, that much was obvious, but if York was anything like this outside of his dream world, then he was easy to goad into reacting. Volatile. That could have been as much of a problem as his potential subterfuge, if Tony didn't discover all of the buttons and how to manage them.

He was going to have to keep pressing.

"Good talk," he responded lightly, like York didn't sound like he was about to implode, finally sauntering in a careful arc around him toward that widening window. That had to be the way out of this funhouse. Tony lingered there a moment longer, level focus still on York until he knew Tony was watching him; not just now, in here. There were plenty more camera than the one that had captured him at the library. "They're all nice," he said then, like he was just carrying on the same conversation and expected York to have followed the same tangle of wires. "Don't confuse that with naive."