"No--" Tony cut himself off with a tick of frustration, teeth clenched with enough tension in his jaw that he could have growled, and his hand around Wesker's wrist was snapped tight before it was melted more gentle. Arguing had been what got him into this position, and now Tony didn't know what he was supposed to do but argue himself back out of it with both hands around Wesker's patting fussily like he was reassuring a startled old woman. "You don't need someone to 'work with' if they're just going to do what you say. You can do that yourself," he said. "You want honesty, fine, you first. You want someone to push around." There was still tension in his voice, but his tone remained convivial, like the slanted smile he offered at the end as he gave another supportive pat to Wesker's knuckles was flattery.