Tony's programming must not have been capable of processing that look that Steve gave him because it never quite had the proper humbling effect. Instead, Tony flapped his hands dismissively, sure there were ways of paying for that tiny obstacle, and spun around to follow Steve where he went. He was onto something. Though the lesbianism did give him pause, but after half a second it was just kind of distracting, and Tony had to dismiss that, too. "Whatever," he declared, "she can't get pregnant that way."
Steve was obviously not seeing the brilliance of this notion, but he rarely was the most enthusiastic about Tony's brilliance and had to be convinced. It was a side-effect of the ice, he took a little catching up. "And I wouldn't blame her," he went on, picking up his mug again like he meant to finally take a sip, only to put it back down before he did because this was too monumental. "Maybe we can enroll all of the girls. Can you imagine Jess in a little, tight girls' school uniform?" he offered, slithering after Steve because he should just stick his head in the fridge then because he was already baring his teeth like he would bite the next girl that wandered in. "Plaid skirt, knee high socks..." he encouraged, hand on his heart, as much for his own benefit as to get Steve on the right page. He sighed, eyes closed, making only weak attempts to break himself out of the fantasy. "That's going to keep me up tonight."