"That's funny," Tony noted, "I'm not." To prove his point, he encouraged a last lock of hair away from her face and tucked behind her ear, letting his knuckles drift gently down her neck and touch the thin strap at her shoulder before they dropped. By then, Tony was sipping casually from his own glass and glancing over her shoulder like the tail of his attention was just idle distraction and, meeting her gaze, he was surprised by any result. If he thought that act was at all convincing it wasn't for long, because his self-satisfied smirk wasn't far behind. She was the one that had sought him out, twice, after all. They stood then in not exactly the kind of company she implied and he made no denial of seeking, but each other's company nonetheless, and by Tony's assessment there were only a handful of possible outcomes.
"Come on," he instructed, not waiting for her protest before he took Raven's hand to lead her his way. It wasn't towards the louder, high energy center of the room where people danced to the music and shouted to be heard, but away towards the edge, only pausing once. He had to get the attention of one of the diligent staff, passing off his champagne and plainly requesting, "Old Fashioned," with a twirl of his hand towards the bar, then a finger pointed in the general direction they were headed. Raven was barely given a moment then for her own request before Tony was leading her away again, into a chilled corner where he pushed open a window enough to sit on the edge and hear the noise of the city as much as he did the party.