"Not really. A little bit," Tony admitted, muttering while she laughed at him, staring up at the ceiling innocently. With a nod of finality, he added, "It was worth it," mirroring the smile she tried to hide, cocking his head like he could spot it around her fingers. Jesus, what was he doing? He bit his lip, idly touching his fingers to the glass at hip level before quickly drawing them away, tense against his stomach and regretting every second that passed in silence, willing her to say something because he wasn't drafting anything nearly appropriate.
Raven didn't have the same reservations, though, making Tony laugh again before he schooled his features into a perplexed frown. "Excuse me, at what point were you not getting any?" he demanded, personally offended by the implication. "I was working double time. If you're going to blame me for your mean streak, at least be honest," he insisted, hand up in solemn oath and not, of course, trying to deny what he did or did not enjoy. Allegedly. That did not concern the jury.