That equation didn't quite work out for Tony, who could only click his tongue and tilt his head in dissatisfaction. The Agrii didn't exactly endear themselves to the saving, with the lying and manipulation, and openly admitted they were the ones bringing their he-rows here. Still, Tony allowed, "So," sounding airy, but drawing himself up, so he could lean forward with his elbows on his knees, "aren't you worried about what happens now?" The Agrii were happily all around them, paddling in a pool and sunning themselves back in their city, bright eyed and carefree and not a goop on their heads touched while the heroes that were here to save them had their backs turned.