"Very funny,"
It would stop being funny if I tore my teeth through y o ur ne ck-
He felt a dark expression replace bitter neutrality. Staring down at Jack, with a gaze that was all too hateful. His limbs felt hollow, but his head was like lead. Of course Tony didn't want to deal with him, did anyone really want to take the teasing that Jack gave with open arms? His teeth grind together, behind the ribbons. And it looks like, just for a moment, they may tear through it. Rip, along with his own perseverance. I bet he'd taste good. . .
Tony felt sick to his stomach.
If Tony was abrasive enough, he'd have acted on it. Glare taking a turn for the worst. While he took a step forward, leaning -- no, looming, too close to Jack. Eyes as hard as a rock, jaw just as clenched as a fist. "You joke too much, and you'll get what's coming to you...Wanting everything'll bite you in the end," But who would be doing the biting?
What would be doing the biting?
His tone was anything but friendly.