Oh he likes her. Tony leans back in his chair and clasps his hands over his stomach, his legs stretching out in front of him and crossing at the ankles. His body language is clear: he's good here until he gets some real answers or at least until he gets to talk to the men themselves.

"...But you're not. Obviously." A vigilante. Is he onto her? He shrugs one shoulder, eyes still trained ahead. "Just an if, for instance type of hypothetical. This would be a good place to start looking for the Dare Devil."