As well as Raven anticipated the question, Tony anticipated the reaction, as if he had scripted it himself. He shrugged it off before she was finished speaking, eyes back on the screen, muttering and absorbed enough to completely miss what she said next. At least, he didn't let on with even a twitch. Not until he was bored again with his busy-project and he was suddenly back looking at her, "Hey, no, I'm serious, come here. You don't have to do that, I didn't mean that, come on." He waved his free hand, beckoning, then let it thump heavily to the desk.
Too dramatic to truly be pathetic or tragic, Tony heaved a sigh and spoke to his computer with his chin in his hand. "A reputation is a hard thing to shake, you know, and it's always back there, back in your head, when I'm talking to you and you're always wondering, you know, does he mean or does he mean, I can see it on your face, is that fair? I don't know you, I'm not judging you, but you're over there by the door and I think I like you and you won't let me." For all of his performance, there was a quirk to his lips that betrayed him that he gave into when he finished and slid his chin onto his knuckles to catch her eye, turning it into a practiced paparazzi smile.