When he didn't hear any argument from Ignis, he turned and headed downstairs. He was fuming but it was more controlled than some of his more famous fits of rage. He was bristling and far too irritated for affection. He was scared for the girl and angry at his lack of ability to prevent her pain from back home. That didn't mean he wasn't going to try every door until he found a way. What if they used his time machine to go back before the witches started...

Once they were in the kitchen, Tony folded his arms across his chest and shot Ignis a frustrated look. "What the hell? Weren't our lessons helping her? We'd been teaching her how to use a bow and she had her taser. Instead she decides to go and make some deal with that cat- who is really a teenage boy."