Raven shook Daimon's hand before curling into Tony's side with a giggle, resting her cheek against his chest a moment, sharing that silent spark before her eyes sidled briefly to Wanda's and then back to neutral ground.
"As though you could mistake it for anyone else's handiwork," she said, snatching up a drink from a passing tray and passing it to Tony with a wink. Time for another she suspected.