[Tony grabs a beer from the fridge door and holds it out for a small automaton to remove the bottle cap. He pours himself a scotch on the rocks -- a double, downs half of it, and proceeds over to the sofa. He holds out the beer for Rogers and flops down against the arm, one leg bent beneath him so he's half-facing Steve.]
Fair warning: if you even try to use anything resembling puppy eyes at me, I'm throwing you out of here.
[Yeah okay that sounds hostile, more than he intended, so before Rogers can get indignant he may as well get on with it. And in a much more even tone this time, bordering on serious.] Wait, let me try that again... you weren't wrong.
[And he tips back the rest of his scotch, guzzling it down. God, how do people do this?]