What a shame that was, too. Tony might not have minded a little bit of manhandling, particular in the shape of a fireman's carry back to their house. But he was the mayor of this place, and it would be fairly insensitive to the whole werewolf situation over there.
The sun was coming up much sooner than later though, and Tony leaned back enough to glance up at the sky, then back at Steve who really was pretty close to bursting out of the seams there. "There goes my shirt," he lamented. It'd been nice seeing Steve in his clothes while it lasted, anyway. "Hey," he said, chewing at his lower lip. "Give me a little bit and I'll catch up with you, okay? I'm just gonna make sure they get home okay."
Maybe he wouldn't bother changing once he got home so much as just losing what he had on.