The voice from above almost startled Tony enough to drop the cigarette entirely, leaving him shooting Cayde a very familiar glare with a hand to his suffering heart. Each time Cayde snuck up on him brought them closer to the inevitable heart attack. Tonight, Tony survived, at least long enough to accept his consolation, still watching that strange flame like he could figure it out as he doused it in a stream of smoke.

"We've been waiting for you to get it started, Hot Stuff," he finally answered as he bumped Cayde's shoulder to show his appreciation. "What're you doing up there? Food's inside. Can't believe you'd miss that. Feast of the year."