He could not catch a break here, first with old Tony stealing Jan - even just a piece of her, and then being caught staring, and now this. It was just one thing after another and Tony feared he might never recover from all of this. He'd always thought he was pretty cool, collected even on occasion, but this place only managed to embarrass him again and again in various creative ways.
This was probably a state he needed to get used to, just bright red and stumbling over himself. Steve didn't seem convinced by his attempt at deflection or whatever that had been. "I mean yeah, friends are good. He's you know ..." He shrugged what could he say of Steve that wasn't going to dig him in deeper? Because he was fairly certain there was no where left to go at this point.
Rubbing a hand over the back of his neck Tony cautioned a glance at Steve, "He's just Steve, you know. I mean, you know." It was one thing to try and get Steve to dance with him at Club A, it was something else to be... well anything else, he didn't think Steve would ever even pretend to consider something like that, and why would he?