Steve leans after him as he steps away but doesn't cling, parting from Tony still half in the haze of that kiss. His gaze lingers on Tony's face, his lips, bright eyes, dark lashes and bangs... no no. No staring, focus.

The question posed to him is too broad for his momentarily narrowed scope and it takes him a second to come up with anything resembling a good answer.

"Right now? Could go for more of that." He brings one large hand up to wrap around Tony's jaw. "Later? I don't know..."