"Ha ha, laugh it up, Tasha. Just you wait and someone will start spreading those rumours about how you drag your prey back to a web in the vents." He shook his head, trying to look serious, but couldn't manage to keep an entirely straight face.

It's getting dark. Bigger problem here than it would be in the city, but he's hoping that even Tony will be smart enough to not wander around drunk after dark and risk breaking his neck.

"He can't have gone too far but there's a lot of woodland to cover if he has decided to go that way."