I don't want to go to work While it never rings to alert her of a call, Raven's cell phone chirps to announce a message waiting in her inbox, recorded at what would be a late Christmas night in New York City. It starts with a dead silence as if the caller hung up seconds too late after the beep, but eventually a preparatory breath can be heard, like, even by then, they hadn't quite planned the purpose for the call, and then finally the unmistakable warm purr, "Tell me about your fantasy." It came out so naturally after the tense wait that it must have been the first thing that connected in Tony's brain. It was even followed by a breathy laugh before he continued, "Be honest," in the same darkly husky voice. He didn't speak for a long time again after that message, just his breath audible and level at the other end of the line, like he might have gone to sleep. He must have been doing something else anyway, because he wove back in easily without acknowledging the gap, "And thorough." For a long, tense 20 seconds the line stayed active, but no other instructions were given, not how she should contact him, or when or why. That was all up to Raven after the connection clicked dead.