Nothing moved but his eyes. First to Reed, watching him without sway much as an adder eyes a bird. They tracked slowly to T'challa, narrowing only slightly more. There was no surprise, just that hard, stony stare. Arthur was the last the gaze fell on before they flicked back to Reed.
"Mr. Luthor is one of the few clever enough to break the federal government and overrule the judiciary and legislative branches. He also has a strong hold of the global market. While you do not doubt that he wants to improve upon the planet, you're worried what his vision of an 'improved planet' might entail. Were he here, you could have been more certain of it. Now you cannot."
He looked away to the wall, his metal-edged baritone becoming just a touch less steely. "You keep your friends close, your enemies closer. The concern is notable, but unless you want to ask me about the best means of assassinating people in powerful offices should his vision turn out less than pleasant, I suggest we move onto subjects that we can immediately effect."
Because if anyone knew about killing those abusing power over people, Victor von Doom did. He was a tryant--he was nothing like the two tyrants he had slain. But he suspected the subject of such a thing to cause Reed to blanch and sway quickly from speaking of what Luthor might be up to.
If that didn't work... He leveled his gaze on T'challa icily, as though daring him to try and provoke him further.