Tony is visibly unimpressed by Solomon's little tirade. His eyes narrow and his jaw tightens when Solomon mentions Malicant - that definitely got his hackles up - but he doesn't rise to the bait. Yet.

"Yeah, cool, okay," he tosses off dismissively. "Thanks for the horoscope reading. Here's one for you: if I were you, I'd spend a lot less time worrying about being dangerous, and a lot more time worrying about being a snobby, bitter jerk. Raine knows what she's doing, and she can take care of herself." (Even if she does have terrible, terrible taste.) "Angsting about what happened in the Dreaming is making you more annoying than usual, and I'm betting it doesn't make for sexy pillow talk."

He turns away again and starts for the door. "But hey, what do I know? I'm just an idiot who talks too much." And it has nothing to do with the fact that you're totally not as subtle as you think, Solomon. Noooo, not at all.