[ Steve, who had just thought Tony was going to sit on his lap like he's buff Santa Claus, is a little surprised, but it's a happy surprise. He's always glad to have his lap full of Tony, no matter in what shape, manner or form.

Even if all their friends are talking about it. Steve pays them no mind, because technically Tony owns the whole tower, so they did in fact, get a room. They got many rooms. Besides, he does not intend to give their pals a show; Rhodey might've seen all of Tony in his tenure as best friend, but Steve is not friends with any of them like that. ]

You said you wanted to climb me.

[ That's all the explanation Tony's getting for why they're in this position. Steve is definitely beaming, because this is clearly a genius solution, and he leans back on his elbows to look up. With all of midtown Manhattan behind him, the best view is still the one he's got facing forward. ]

Is it comfortable?

[ A few of the others decide maybe they should move this game over to the mezzanine area, or just somewhere not in full view of the bar, but Steve attempts to wave them off from doing that. ]

We can-- we'd go upstairs.

[ Then he turns his attention to Tony, reaching up, carding a hand through his hair, thumbing down his beard. ]

We'd go upstairs, right? Please don't get undressed in front of everybody.