Where was the cake, where was the cake...Steve was left to tease Tony's back while he searched the kitchen until he discovered the pastry kept safely in the oven. "Okay, let's go!" he announced with the cake in his arms, wheeling around on his heel and tottering dangerously like he might go careening right into Steve in his rush. That would be a fine serving choice for the cake, too, but Tony would let Steve voice his opinion before springing that on him. "Before Pepper finds out," he added, and all at once, "Why did you think I would laugh at you?" with a grin teetering on hurt confusion. Okay, he did laugh, but not like Steve made it sound. Tony might not have been quite as receptive, okay, fine, there was a point in there, but laughing Steve off sounded particularly cruel. Was he cruel? "I mean, this is all pretty funny," Tony insisted, searching around for all of the good reasons to justify his theoretical laughter, coming to his hypothetical defense. "You got down on your knee, you were going to do the whole bit, it's embarrassing."