It wasn't clear whether that was a good reason, or a better one to melt back into sleep. It was certainly conducive to melting, and Tony let his eyes close, struggling only to pay attention to whatever it was Steve had to say and giving up entirely on any other form of effort. Oh, that was a question. With a slow, deep breath, clawing his way back to wakefulness, Tony mustered a succinct, "Good." Now he was half way there again, might as well get a sense of his reality. What time was it? Tony really did mean to check, but when he forced an eye open again he was stalled by Steve's smiling face, process abandoned to grin instead and drag an arm back down to muddle clumsy fingers through Steve's hair and try to coax him up the bed. "I think," he finally continued once his brain managed thought rather than instinct, "I feel rested, but something is telling me I was sleep-shopping. Did I get you a pony? Small island? New shoes?" He thought he had built in redundancies for that, but the extremis was variable by nature, he could probably sleep-shop. Sleep-post-naked-videos-of-himself. That could hold up in court.