Steve snorted quietly, stretching carefully. "That's how talking to Stark is. I think he likes it that way, but..." He couldn't help but smile. "He's still a good man." Even if he could be an aggravating one, on top of it.

At the mention of steak and potatoes though, Steve's stomach answered for him - it growled, loudly. "Okay... I'd better follow you, then. God, steak is so much better in this century," he teased, before glancing around. "I'd better put on a shirt." And shoes.