Tony's eyes narrowed as she described how she was used by this dramatic dictator.
"Special, probably. And more fun, too," he said. He didn't comment on the killing off un-useful friends. She'd know better by now, or he didn't think she'd have come with him into his tower and accepted the job offer.
As if to prove that he was a better time he refilled her glass with drink, then sat back with his arm up and over the back of the couch behind her. It was the way he settled, and she was welcome to make herself comfortable or move away. Tony's house, Tony's comfort.