"Ah, ah," Tony deterred, wagging a finger at her plain conversational disrespect. He was owed his answers, too. His self restraint was forgotten to lean in to her personal space, that defensive posture surely only temporary and just requiring a bit of coaxing, like the hand he used to balance on the windowsill between them close enough to brush a knuckle innocently against her bare leg. "You're not off the hook just like that," he pressed, studying her dark eyes for that fleck of colour he was sure he saw. Despite his admitted preference, he realized, Rumiko's had been the same deep brown and-- with a surprised tick to his lingering smile-- he had actually just described her like she came with blueprints.
"Everyone's thought about it," he echoed in a rush, trying to keep from dropping off topic himself, though it took some effort to be properly focused on Raven again. His smile wasn't so easy then, and his drink was taking too long to find him.