Steve would follow on a short impromptu mini-tour of the first floor as Natasha led the pair to the bar. Settling onto one of the stools in front of the bar as Natasha moved behind to fix up twin glasses of vodka. He wouldn't hesitate to bring his to his lips. Not quite downing the glass, but certainly taking a gulp that made it's contents appear more like water than vodka. If the liquor had any initial effects, they wouldn't be visible. Instead, focus was given to Natasha.
"Well, is it too late to ask 'How are you?'" Truth be told, Steve had no idea where to start. But he technically hadn't asked yet, and figured that it was as good of a place as any.