"Fuck, Rogers, sloppy seconds," Tony lamented, still too tense to describe his weary sigh and cock of his hip as relaxing. He left the statement there, unclear whether he meant himself or the 'cat dominatrix' as he continued instead; "She knows what her finest assets are, I'll give her that. I ran into her, too, she's clever. She'll fool you."
And so he left that to ruminate as well, idly dropping his gaze for Steve to take his time, the cigarette back between his lips and the lighter twisting in his fingers. Fool you into thinking she was a lot more than she really was. Fool you into thinking she was a lot less than she really was. Fool you into doing something stupid. Tony could kind of understand where Steve's impulse had come from now, and maybe he was flattered that Steve felt him safe enough to channel it.