Tony couldn't be sure either and just had to chuckle at the explanation, willing to accept that it made for a striking enough image, whatever it was. He reached for Steve again, then combed his fingers through his hair up the back of his neck to pull Steve against his shoulder, tangling him in a hug that let Tony continue to admire his new adornment in the warmth he came in here craving. "Why did you get a ring?" he finally had to ask, now that it was on his hand and definitely his, and he wasn't in any way refusing it. "Why did you...make dinner and, what, did you ask Nick for permission?" Tony couldn't stop laughing, at the whole situation and at Steve and at himself, most of all, for being so sure that this was going to go in a much darker direction.
There was still plenty of time for that. "It's going to be a very small wedding," Tony noted, still laughing, but it was dying fast until he was pressing his nose into Steve's hair, still combing it idly, and seeking out his hand to feel how it fit in his with the new hardware. Steve really hadn't thought this through at all, had he?