It was difficult to tell sometimes whether he had actually done something wrong or Steve's presence just made him feel that way because Tony really had been feeling pretty morally clear until the big guy walked in. Now that Steve was looking at him like that, though, Tony was second guessing letting her adjust his tie. Slowly, he exhaled a long plume of smoke over her head while she smoothed down the front of his shirt and gingerly stepped away, much more tuned into this tension than Tony had managed yet. "Oh good, we were getting thirsty." The worst part was, Tony knew that was wrong but didn't know how else to diffuse the situation. "What's your preference, sweetheart?" God.