Her threat was met with an unflinching stare and Tony only canted his head, sucking a breath through his teeth like he expected her to do it then or not at all. Each second she delayed this most messy rejection was a second won by Tony, and he knew she was more enchanted. At least, that was what his slowly growing grin said. She certainly had a cute smile for someone who didn't want to show it much. It didn't brighten her eyes, though. His froze for a split second, his study of her sharp and questioning, then with an abruptly sharp breath he pushed away from the wall.
"Well-- Raven," he explained, voice pitching low with her name, like it was heavy on his tongue, "the boss thought I'd be more useful back here." His hand slapped against the door frame into the narrow room just softly illuminated by blue computer screens, pulsing faintly with their idle power. "Fighting the good fight in cyberspace, maybe the most important job of all," not humble at all, a hand on his very important chest, "and now you're in charge of me."