"You know-" Justin patted Tony's cheek condescendingly, "The more you you piss me off now, the more fun we're going to have getting it out of you. I'd rather not kill you. Not yet. But I'm happy to pick it out of you and figure it out on my own. First though, we're going to play a little game, and you try anything again, and I'm going to cut off your fucking balls, understood?"
"Now, you wanna use your suit?" His goon passed him a small remote and Justin considered it a moment before pushing one of the buttons, and metal began to seep out of one of the ports on Tony's wrist.