When he stood up, she was immediately on the defensive. The tone he was talking to her in did not do much to better her mood, either. "I know enough," she spat back at him. And then he grabbed her. He grabbed her. What the hell was wrong with him?! Was he really that stupid? This all ran through her mind in the fraction of a second it took her to react, throwing him against the nearest wall.
She growled, in front of him in an instant, her hand on his throat. "You don't touch me," she said in a low, menacing tone, her eyes narrowed. "If you know what's good for you, you will sit down, shut up, and not make that kind of mistake again tonight, Tony." It was a warning, more than she should give him, but she did because, really, she needed him. She needed him to be her inside track. "You grab me again, you won't see morning light." That? That was not a threat. That was a promise.