A dozen retorts jump to Tony's mind. He chokes back all of them - barely. Because you know what, Solomon? Good fucking point. He let Malicant talk, and now he's letting Solomon talk, and really, there's no reason he should have put up with either of their hot air. Malicant took a few little snippets of truth and distorted them into a horrible lie, and Solomon seems pretty proficient at doing exactly the same thing.

Tony stares at Solomon for a full three seconds, cheeks flushed with anger. Then he snaps, "You're right. I don't have to listen to anything you say," yanks the door open, and stomps out. And slams the door behind him.