"Tell me when you want me to stop," Tony offered with a wry grin, already sinking to his knees before he had finished speaking and passing his hand over Steve's shoulder and down his chest. As far as Tony knew, this was a vast improvement on what Steve was going for if it hadn't been on the menu when Tony came in, and as long as he could prolong his wrestled control of the evening they could both leave here reasonably satisfied.
Eventually, though, his jacket was hung by the door, boots carelessly kicked off then neatly lined up by Steve and he was insisted toward the table he had so thoughtfully and deliberately set. Tony should have pushed him over here and made a total mess of it; waiting alone at the table, he could only bounce his leg on his knee and cradle his chin in his hand, innocently keeping his head lifted away from his stray fingertips subtly pushing his utensils around until they were all overlapped and twisted. Oh yeah, that would ruin the evening. "So nothing happen this week?" he wondered conversationally, which could have meant anything. No big, bad science expermients running amock, lots of time to practice a new skill, nothing that Tony should be aware of to have triggered this thoughtful evening.