Giggling put a stop to Tony's attentions and Steve earned a slap to his hip for derailing Tony's important train of thought. That wasn't at all what he meant, for once; he supposed Steve was justified. "He's a little young for you," Tony agreed, devilish smirk lost to the dark. He stretched closer, folding his arms over Steve's chest to rest his chin on them and let Steve try to get some focus on the important issue. For now.
"I saw him last week," he pressed on (and pressed his thigh against Steve's groin, in case Spider-man was doing it for him). "And I thought... He's a good kid." (Tony's lustful suggestions ceased and he relaxed, letting his head loll to the side, because that was as earnest as he got.) "Even if he is young, his heart is in this and he takes a lot of shit," he added, as if that was a proper set of qualifications. There weren't any proper guidelines here, though.