"Turned?" He can't quite hold that searching gaze. Lets his own drop to his cup, watching wine swirl inside. "Not all the way. Close enough."

Focus lifting again, he fixes Tony with clear-eyed attention. The last time had been the closest call yet. He has some sense of what he is now, some edge of a clue of what he might be capable of once he loses all control - and to think on that is terrifying. So this is important. He has to hear him.

"I've tried to fix it with magic. I can't. If I can't cheat it, neither can you - don't try."