[ Silco looks up at him, but his stare is measured, even. With the high collar of the jacket, he somehow makes his reedy, small frame look larger. More importantly, closer to him like this, Tony will see the network of scars covered under layers of caked makeup, the cream that covered rippled scars, an eye that didn't blink, a drawn in eyebrow.

Like he's playing at being normal, when the eye it surrounds is anything but. ]

If you make it, then please. I'll be happy to measure the sum of you.

[ His lips flickered, a ghost of a smile. ] Oh, but I'm one of those humans you detest. [ Formerly. Closer, Tony can see the pricks of fangs, though Silco does not hesitate to lie. ] I can't imagine you would enjoy being measured by one of us, hm?