Tony touched his hands to his tag then, not expecting to have to defend it and taking some offense. "I'm an institution, Captain. I'm already designed for public consumption. If you came here in the tights, well, maybe you wouldn't need a nametag, either." That Steve concerned at all about these performance rules suggested he really might have been here for the intended purpose, and Tony still couldn't...it wasn't like he had exhausted all of his other options, Tony would have offered a thousand possible partners. It made him bristle slightly as someone passed by behind him on the way to the washroom, making him shift enough to block a clear line of sight to Steve in the alcove. "Captain America. Women. 80+ only," Tony envisioned for him helpfully.