Steve makes a noncommittal noise as he sips his drink, glancing at Tony over the rim of the glass when the question lands. He’s had time to get used to it, knows when to let the jokes and gentle goading slide. This is an interesting one to bring up here and now.

He knows he tends to look for too long. A combination of being an artist and a soldier and someone who could only watch for a long time. He didn’t realize Natasha had clocked him until she offered to add some guys to the list of people she tried to set him up with. He had refused, not because they were men, but more to avoid the absolute circus that was being seen with anyone nowadays. Ironic that it had been much easier during wartime.

“Nat did offer,” he says with a smile. It’s a bit of a running joke for them now, whenever she catches Steve looking. And he has been looking an awful lot lately. Nobody's fault but his own if anyone else caught on. “Might need to take her up on it after that back there.”

Now that he’s out of the crowd, away from the hands, it’s easier to be curious about it.