That was probably reasonable, Tony was definitely avoiding the creepy frog whenever he turned up, so the frustrated scrunch of his nose became an irritable suck of his teeth, fang bared in a snarl as he folded his arms stubbornly and kept his head turned toward the door like he was still listening for any sign they had been heard outside long after Cayde cut himself off. What was Tony supposed to say to that? He certainly didn't know Cayde's boundaries.

"Well, I didn't do it," Tony eventually muttered, still not looking at Cayde, or the problem to be reckoned with on the floor.