(hands on Tony's throat, pressing his head back into the mattress, choking him over and over until he's too dazed from oxygen deprivation to resist -)

He remembers his drink, takes a long, slow swallow. Heightening the suspense. (Using the filter.)

"Have you ever tried clamps?" They're a little too impersonal for his taste, best used for keeping someone occupied while he gets something else ready, but the right pair would look good on Tony. And if he's got plenty of time, he may as well start slow. (Slow to him, anyway. Maybe not to Tony.)