Erik observes Tony with obvious wariness; it's a strange feeling, a wide stony calm where the adrenaline of a potential altercation should be. He's not sure he could feel that if he tried, and not sure if that's frustrating or restful, having spent so long in nearly constant tension. "You should go," he says, gravelly and like speech takes effort, which...it does, although that may not be the strangest aspect of hearing it. Someone who specialized in the construction of words might work out there's something under his tongue, but in the moment that's not of much relevance to anyone but Erik.

His mouth does--something, mostly of its own accord, corners pulling. It's not a lip-skinning predator's grimace, but it's not something he thinks his features were meant to do much of anyway. Like speech. "Could throw you again. If that helps."

It is not easy to affect mock-solicitation with this face, by the way, but Erik makes a pretty good job of it anyway, turning his head on massive shoulders to look around at all the trees. If he could helpfully diagram a pinball in a machine for Tony, he would attempt to do this!

He, of course, has absolutely no knowledge of the correct films and can't imagine Tony zigzagging from trunk to trunk on creepily nimble feet, but as viewers we ought to enjoy the imagery anyway.