This wasn't helping. Cayde was committed to his bluff, if that's what it was, so Tony wasn't going to be getting any answers out of him. He hauled on the chord one more time experimentally, testing its tension, trying to decide if it was more likely to be a defensive or a domestic installation and not finding strong evidence for either case. Instead, he tucked the toy he carried against his chest and drifted a little cautiously Cayde's way, keeping his distance because he pushed, "That's bad. Not a hole in you. You must be terrible, then."