Whatever Steve had been expecting her answer to be, it hadn't been this. Her words didn't seem to make sense at first, and the way she spit them out - that was distracting. It felt like misplaced anger, because Steve didn't think he'd done anything recently that should have drawn this kind of ire. The last they'd interacted had been at the Arena party, but that had been brief, and he'd done nothing but try to apologize to her. That had even been early in the evening, prior to the portion where he'd been out of his damn head with the effects of the Capitol's drugs.
Though of course, even if he hadn't crossed any obvious lines with her at the party, that was what she chose to throw at him, and so that was what he latched on to first. Really, it was the only thing that immediately sunk in enough for him to respond.
"That wasn't - I was drugged," he said, the flush on his cheeks deepening, darkening. He would never be able to think about that evening without the sick churn of mortification, and he didn't appreciate it being flung back in his face like this, as if he'd had any sort of choice in the matter. "I would never have - "
He broke off, lips pressed tightly together, ducking his head as he tried to pull himself together. His own control felt tenuous at best, and it was all too easy to see how this conversation might spiral into chaos, an unintentional repeat of Steve's first dinner with Stark.
"Wait," Steve said, frowning as the rest of what she'd said filtered through. "I don't - who would be spending money on me, that's - what are you even talking about?"