He should have been blind, his eyes closed and his hand jumping from the dip in Raven's back to her hair to keep her locked in a kiss, but the picture Tony snapped was masterfully clear. He didn't check the image, but let the phone drop to the floor where it bounced once and seemed to absorb the shock without damage. He'd perfected that after about three days of getting thrown around in the Iron Man. With his hand free, he could give Raven a good slap on her ass for encouragement and to jolt her out of any drowsy indulgence.
"Come on, shower, the least amount of clothes possible, let's get this done quick," he directed and sent her stumbling towards the bathroom. Or maybe she wasn't stumbling, he was just lightly swaying and couldn't focus on her for long enough. He started back towards the closet, because she'd made fun of his sweater now, and stopped to backtrack when a condom wrapper crinkled under his foot. "Housekeeping? Yeah..." he was saying with the phone cradled against his ear as he headed for the minibar instead.