What Donnie might read was all frustrated and tense, Tony's gaze averted and darting for the door again, watching for whoever did enforce those boundaries to come in. He tried to temper it with a lean against the worktable with one hand, looking more like a listing fort than a casual lounge. Maybe continuously having to vocalize his crimes was integral to whatever this process was, so he wouldn't be allowed to ignore them. "If you need to use it," he countered carefully, "then I can't be here. You shouldn't be penalized because I can't control myself. It's not supposed to be your problem."