[ And there, behind him, as if they had been there the whole time, were the two other robed figures that had been trailing behind Delphine and lingering quietly in the shadows. Cloth masks hung over their faces, hiding any shred of humanity in their owners, as Delphine reached forward and drew one nail sharply down the edge of Tony's face.

Deep enough to draw blood. Her smile twitches back to life. ]

Such a shame. It might have been enjoyable, getting you to cooperate all on your own. But the Venatori have use for you, Stark.

[ Her lips draw in a faint pout. ]

And unfortunately we don't take 'no' very well.