[Tempting him, hm? Solomon has no issue doing so, clearly, his eyes following the path of his fingers as they disappear into his pocket. What are you grabbing in there, Solomon? A weapon? Akira could do the same and let it be known that he sees the playing field as an even one, but he doesn't. Instead, he crosses his arms loosely over his chest and squares himself, eyes not daring to blink as he sizes the man up.]

You're going to regret messing with me. I'm not your plaything.

[And he means that, his words sharp, their edges serrated. He's been more honest with Solomon than he has been most. What's the harm in letting his tongue slip into bad habits?]

What was that about big buildings? Maybe you'll fit if I cut enough heads off.

[You don't scare him, hydra. You enable him.]