I'm what? [There's that incredulity in his tone, the one he'd get whenever someone would actually praise him, his actual qualities, not just one of his dates talking about his good looks or dancing skills.]
[He's about to ask more about the books, maybe protest more about the colors because no way that's an accurate representation (and if the colors mean something, what would Steve's red mean? something about being brave and true and kind, surely), but the hesitation in Steve's tone, the words said with it... well, they sure work at stopping him short. Of course, he knew this was long coming, ever since he found out about the whole future thing -- and it seems the time is now.]
I'm all ears, pal. [He leans back, crossing his arms over his chest, and it is almost as though he's ready to listen to another one of Steve's stories around campfire or during the early morning hours on watch... if it wasn't for the tightness in his shoulders, the serious light in his eyes.]