From his understanding of things: "That's faeries for you." It's magic. He hates magic. But he's stuck here, surrounded by the shit. And he's figured out, as well as being told, that the fae like to fuck with people. A lot.

"Were you going to talk to them or to talk to them?" he asks, inflecting the second 'talk' to indicate a more physical approach to conversation.

Tony shakes his head though. "I'm not afraid of them, why should I be?" He also doesn't currently have any interest in stirring up the pot. That will come later.