Tony might argue that he felt similarly about this place -- although there were certainly days where it felt too small for him, too enclosed, too boring -- well. There were things here that he wasn't interested in trading for a bigger, more adventurous space. Anyway, you think he'd be over adventure with everything that'd happened leading up to here. (He wasn't, exactly. Maybe that was just the sort of thing you couldn't take out of someone, no matter what.)
Tony shifted slightly, so that he could lean on the counter top a little more lazily and see a little more of what Steve was showing off back there in the mirror's reflection. He couldn't help but like a nice show, and there was no better view in town, he was pretty sure. "Just like always," he repeated. He wondered, vaguely, if he would always feel a little surprised and blown away when Steve talked like that. He kind of hoped so.