That bought Tony a thoroughly savored second that-- wasn't quite as long as he needed, and even the wrench of his arms sent pain shooting down to his toes. Back still thrumming from an interrupted recovery, he ground out, "Already did," knowing that wasn't going to get her to stop. Not until he hurt her back, anyway. That would be a pleasant novelty, maybe they could work it into their arrangement. With her fighting grip on his arms he jerked her to the side and toward the floor to smash his already pounding head into her face. He had to collect himself to surge again and reverse their positions, utilizing a lot less grace and a lot more body mass that he was sure gave him some minute advantage.