That answer wasn't quite on tempo, nor the cue Tony had meant for him, but if Steve wanted to keep dancing around it, they would dance. It had Tony slowing to compensate and find the beat again, his movement that had become snappish and abrupt drawing out; his turn slow, and the press of the sterilized pad over Steve's arm a careful sweep, from corner to corner. When he started, he started at Steve's speed and again brought it back up to his; "I learned quickly that this method could be improved upon and I was not utilizing my assets. By high school, I knew how to capitalize on demand. Contracts structured with holes to fall into, for the other party to break their end of the deal, exclusive-rights-to becoming conditional--rights-to so that I was free of the contract by the time the next possibly better, possibly more innovative, possibly more reliable, probably just better endowed offer came along."
Back up to speed, Tony was still holding Steve's wrist, but he held it by his hip out of the way while he tilted his head again with the same idle curiousity as before. "So, as to your question," he continued, even stare returned to Steve's face with just a hint of the smirk at the corner of his mouth, "did you want to make a deal?" His hand slapped to the table next to Steve's hip, full stop, and hold.