[The moment she's off of him, Tony twists around, shoving himself up to first a sitting position, then standing. He's not going to bother checking himself- he knows that whatever she did to him wasn't that bad, and any mess that was made could be cleaned up later. Right now there were more important things to do- like venting a bit of anger. He takes a step forward, then stops, running a hand through his hair.]

So, that's it then? You've had your fun now? Maybe we can arrange another time and place and we can do this again sometime, eh?

I mean- [He stops, taking another step forward, and flings his arms out, palms of his hands up.] I mean, I don't know what the bloody hell is wrong with all of you! It wasn't that bad. I barely touch either of them, and all of you just- you just fly off the bloody handle; you all completely lose it!

[Yelling all of this at Vie as she walks away might not be the smartest thing to do, but Tony's tired of being treated as an outcast for what he did- because, really, in his mind what he did wasn't that bad.]