That sounded like a challenge to Tony, and a hell of a lot more fun than the Hellfire Club could have been. He touched his tongue to his lip before lifting his chin defiantly, gaze straight ahead, though he had finally snuck a light touch of his fingers to the shoulder of his jacket, obviously in need of a lot of training before being anywhere close to doing what he was told. Emma seemed so sure that she was adequately prepared to take him on. What could be so much more important than finding out?
She did make him laugh, though, because he couldn't think of a way this wasn't his fault and it wasn't even his first time. Unfortunately, it didn't do much to reveal her motives. "Do I get a safeword?" he asked. Not that he thought it would do him much good in this situation, and Emma didn't strike him as a particularly tender mistress in any other, but, out of respect, she might deserve a clear signal for when he was ready to cut and run. Maybe she could pretend she had any kind of respect for him, too, and accept the head start on redoubling her efforts as if getting Tony this far hadn't been such an easy ride.