Tony did take the bottle, sipping carefully first before gulping greedily and dropping the bottle to his lap and his head back against the wall, licking the taste from his lips. He listened from there, brow furrowing with this information, lips pursed.
"That would be the first guy that had you, the idiot. Why in God's name would anyone fly you out to India, try to-- I mean, they obviously didn't think this one through, there's so much-- they sent me a ransom note, did you know that? Obviously, summoning a demon didn't work out so well for them." He finished with another swig from the bottle, just frustrated with this new information, any semblance of an assembly sequence he had set up in his head fractured now with these details to consider.