[ He doesn't entirely mind being on his knees in front of her, not as much as one might think he would, at least. But nothing happened, just there. This is like church or something, the handful of times he remembers having gone as a child - kneel, stand, sit, stand, kneel, sit, kneel, yeah Jesus aerobics. So that's hesitation - and maybe part of that is the sudden softness in her tone, in her touch, because Tony knows what to do with rough and harsh, but isn't nearly as well-equipped to handle understanding and gentility.
But it's not a long hesitation regardless, and then he's standing back up, unsure of whether he can actually turn around to look at her, and thus getting halfway through a glance back over his shoulder before aborting the movement. He wants to ask her what she wants him to do now, already, itching for something to do, to obey or fight against, and his eyes focus on one thing for a split second before unfocusing and landing somewhere else. In similar fashion, he's at the very least moving his mouth again, bit by bit; licking his lips, pulling the lower one in to bite for a moment, then the upper for symmetry's sake. Regardless, he wants her to move on to the next aspect of all of this quickly. ]
so creative
But it's not a long hesitation regardless, and then he's standing back up, unsure of whether he can actually turn around to look at her, and thus getting halfway through a glance back over his shoulder before aborting the movement. He wants to ask her what she wants him to do now, already, itching for something to do, to obey or fight against, and his eyes focus on one thing for a split second before unfocusing and landing somewhere else. In similar fashion, he's at the very least moving his mouth again, bit by bit; licking his lips, pulling the lower one in to bite for a moment, then the upper for symmetry's sake. Regardless, he wants her to move on to the next aspect of all of this quickly. ]