For a fleeting second, Tony did stop, watching Steve closely for whatever he had to follow up that statement, but it seemed to only be a full body blush (which was so goddamn precious that Tony didn't know if anyone would have the willpower to put an end to it). Only bolstered by a toothless threat, Tony sat up straighter, letting his head loll back, projecting like a proper artist as he moaned, "You're so big!" He knew he couldn't be allowed to go on without eventual repercussions, though, and he had to get out ahead of them to really get Steve worked up. Still gasping and whining, he darted away from the headboard, down the bed and just out of reach to start bouncing on his knees, hands curled around either loose end of the ribbon still around his neck and grinning at, "Ste-EE-EEVE AH!" Fully committing as the bed scraped rhythmically against the fine hardwood floors, Tony rolled his eyes back for a final moan then the intent focus he gave to listening like Steve had, suspecting no amount of noise he made would be enough to have an embarrassed bakery employee come knocking. What would he have to do?