Even that seemed to be fading, though with less speed. He'd been... itchy, and the scar from his surgery was fading as well, but those things he hadn't mentioned to anyone just yet. The whole thing had him rather unnerved, who the hell got up and walked away from a gunshot to the head anyway?

"What do you think?" He spat, more vitriol in his tone than he necessarily intended. "Because you'd both tell me not to, or try to stop me." He leveled a defiant stare at L. One constant with Tony was he didn't like being told what he could and couldn't do.

Even if that would prove to be a fatal mistake.