All that did was remind Tony that he didn't need anything from her and there was no game to play without an end goal. So he shouldn't have been down here at all; he had more important people to offer a quick farewell to that weren't locked in a sterile jail, like Steve, who would probably hug him whether they were alone or not. All Raven could do was brush his fingers with hers as Tony passed off the cigarette then deliberately retreated, the panel only sealing shut after he had taken a long drag on his erstwhile forbidden indulgence and was letting the smoke roll off of the glass between them.
"You get Cap," he finally answered, now that he was in Tony's head, with a pointed cock of his eyebrow. That means behave, the expression suggested. Or you'll be meeting the really bad cop. He didn't immediately swagger back to his seat, but stayed by the glass, watching Raven like a fish in a bowl, hip cocked and eyes narrowed. "Did you like the good cop or the bad one?" he asked. "Honestly." Maybe that would give him a better idea of where her mind was lately; just get her talking so he could listen.