The ink was moving. And Raven was watching his face closely for the reaction. Yep, definitely something there even if he were fighting it. They all fought it. Something about the mortals. Raven couldn't say that he blamed them, given the circumstances. It was another moment in time when he was pleased that he did not have to share his existence with another person, however much he enjoyed the presence of mortals in his life.
Raven gave his own drink a somewhat remorseful look before abandoning it in favor of standing as well. He didn't seem to think that Mal would be getting away that easy, especially when they weren't done here at all. He looped an arm around Mal in a friendly (and really more personal than he had any right to be) fashion.
"Well no, not yet. But you're starting to see." He patted Mal on the head. "Deep breaths and don't start yelling. It makes you look crazy and no one wants that, do they?"