Her teasing was enough to snap Tony out of his private panic and his smile returned. The coffee was pushed back onto the table so he could pull her legs into his lap when he dropped down next to her and snuggle invasively close until he seemed to find contentment with his head on her chest and hand splayed over her hip. This didn't last very long either, though, before he had lifted his head to ask, "Want to play a game?"
Tony wasn't naive, he knew that Raven wasn't always honest with him; it kept them both happy. Sometimes, though, Tony was learning well enough recently, it was better to hear the truth rather than what someone thought he wanted to hear. Sometimes, that took a little coaxing. "I get three questions," he explained, tapping out the code for three on her thigh with his ring finger, "and you have to tell the truth, the whole truth, so help you God." He sat up a little then, considering how this could possibly benefit Raven, leaning his head against the back of the couch instead, "And then you can have three. Or I could go down on you, lady's choice." He smirked, not particularly put off by either option. He should make up games more often.