"I don't think you have any remote conception of how much you upset me, dear."
She looked up from her tea, into his depthless eyes.
"What are you talking about?"
Tony snickered, eyes half-lidded smugly. "I invited you to tea to speak about our little test subjects, but all you can do is gaze at me..."
"Do you want me to throw this tea in your face?" she said in her small voice.
Tony's eyes flickered dangerously as they bore through her. The bastard was all-seeing and shrewd, the pure definition of evil. She wasn't quite sure what she was. She did know she liked killing things.
"I wouldn't advise speaking to me that way." He took a sip of his tea calmly, crossing his lengthy legs.
"And why not?" she attempted to challenge, "I'm just as strong as you. We're equals, Tony."
He snickered again, but this time, the sound was more biting. "Oh no, you've made quite the mistake in that assumption, my dear. You may cut things open, strike fear in them through blood and crude gore. But I'm so much more than that. I can warp their minds. I can make them feel genuine dread, genuine fear of the unknown. I can make them see past, present, and nonexistent future. I can eat them from the inside out..."
He stopped to watch her tremble before finishing.
"...You just start with the outside and never work your way in."
There were tears collecting in her eyes at a quick pace, her hands shaking wildly.
"You're a monster."
"That's my job, my lovely," Tony said matter-of-factly, "and it's yours, too."
The rest of their meeting consisted of her crying and him finishing his tea.