So they were being affectionate. Okay, this was okay. Tony couldn't quite tell if this was a relaxed indulgence or some emergency lockdown between Raven sidling close and Wanda clinging to-- good god, did she say demon hunter-- Mr. Central Casting for Lincoln. Face for TV, anyway, which might explain the title; Tony's advertising consultants told him the public was really into the paranormal right now. David, Devon, whatever, looked a little too cheekbones for pure Discovery Channel. Something sexier.
Anyway, Tony could work with this. He turned a soft smile on Raven as she took his arm and invited her to tuck in close with a loose arm around her waist. The answer he gave was an illustrative wave of his free hand, inviting Darren to observe the party planner in the glorious flesh. "I'm enthrallingly multi-talented," he assured the group. "Sometimes I surprise myself." Since Wanda didn't seem so enthusiastic about indulging him, Tony was extra grateful to have Raven to turn his smile on again, like he knew this was a private joke and the other two weren't nearly as willing to grasp it so easily. He wasn't even through the ballroom doors and this was already rocky. His estimation had been radically low; obviously, he hadn't established a suitable martini quota.