Raven was an angel who knew exactly how to put Tony out of his misery and keep him warm and happy on some foggy, heavenly plain. Kind of like morphine, but with more sensation in the extremities. Revision: sensational in general. Raven was an angel and Wanda chose to associate with Demon Hunter Dawson with the expansive fucking vocabulary so why was that his problem? He sipped at his glass for so long, staring at the pair intently, it seemed as though Tony might have forgotten he was doing it, when he finally licked his lips and said, "Great, that it?" Not quite accusatory, but asking for permission for all of them, really, to be released from this charade that he has to blindly stumbled into and inflicted on the whole party. Tony knew this act from Wanda infuriatingly well, and might have been more willing to play along at a time in his life when absolutely everything seemed so consumingly important to keep his mind occupied and off of all the horrible, shameful things he actually wanted to do. Like drinking and fucking and doing both at the same time in a very fast car. This right here was more like clove cigarettes in an Austin Metro with all the windows done up. That she got so cozy with her new little friend to have him playing along was a bit more surprising, but Tony had done worse things to be invited to a lady's bedroom, and it wasn't much of a loss for him. Now Dennis could deal with her moods and her brother and the goddamn magic. He probably didn't even know how to begin to handle any of it.