Yeah, right. Tony wasn't letting him go and giving up his bid for dance dominance. He deserved it; he wasn't the one that got all emotional over a bachelor pad. His other hand rested on Steve's arm, just over his elbow, ready to force him into his proper place if he didn't relent like a respectable lady should have. "I'm sorry, I think you'll need to go a little lower if you're going to hold me like that," he dared, rocking up on his toes to force Steve's hand just a little closer to its intended target, Tony's weight falling on his arm and their height difference no longer so obvious. With a cheeky grin and half-lidded gaze, he looked ready to fall the last few centimeters into Steve for a kiss if he took too long deciding how much his pride was worth for himself. Tony might not have been as physically strong as Steve, but he had his own ways of contorting a situation to his pleasure.