Not yet, it seemed, as Tony turned his nose in the air at the idea and said nothing further on the matter. Instead, he held up a finger, wait, and found in himself the energy and equilibrium to toddle and disappear into the closet. Here, garment bags had been hung and packages carefully arranged for Tony's perusal after a surprisingly successful shoe shopping venture. Shoe shopping became shoe, jacket, tie, gift and car shopping, but sometimes you just had to go where the attractive salespeople led you. They deserved to feel appreciated for being good at their jobs.
When he reappeared, Tony had gone so far as to find underpants and was just pulling up the zipper on a new Bottega Veneta cardigan that he hadn't quite decided whether he wanted to wear. He rolled his shoulders to give it a good test drive before he dropped down onto the bed and completely forgot about it; Raven was within reach, after all. He could push her onto her back again, one hand pulling the sheets taught over her legs and pressed his face against her thighs. He only turned so much to scratch his cheek against her hip to say, "I got you a present." The hand he had tucked against his stomach when he sat crept out across the sheets to wiggle a jewelry box tantalizingly. That shower would have to wait if she wanted it.