"You assume correctly, in this case." Chilton tilted his head in Danger's direction, acknowledging her before even glancing over. The seat he had assumed before Norman's desk didn't impact well upon new visitors -- as he turned in his seat, his anchoring hand tightened around the chair's arm. If we was perturbed by her pupil-lacking eyes (sightless, he might call them, even if that empirically wasn't the case), he uttered no verbal denotation of it.

Chilton was a man used to gruesome, broken psychopaths. He was a man who appreciated order and control -- but usually from his own hand. It was a different experience, watching those two qualities embodied in Danger. His gaze slid back over to Norman, as he eased himself into this brisk new territory. Chilton recalled what Tony Stark had said (through implication, of course): Norman Osborn could be both administrator and patient.

That was a type of control Chilton was unused to.

"Then, shall we begin?"