A hint of surprise crosses Tony's expression as Val starts on his sleeve, followed by a mirrored grin back at him.

Teamwork makes the dream work.

There's impishness left over for Adrasteia too as she's outnumbered. "Let's you and I both pan. Switch if the crevice needs more," is yelled as he rolls his own sleeve back. "Avoid the palm too. That sucks a lot. Whoever gives the most without swooning wins and is also the most manly."

And this time he will wait for someone else to get started before he'll (after a few quick breaths to brace himself, like you might before jumping under water) drag the topside of his forearm against the razor edge.