"Taking something without asking," Steve says, like that's what she meant. Smile listing more into something like a smirk, when he's bracing an arm on the console ad shaking his head. Like he's well versed in things of his going missing. Whether it's for a few minutes, or hours, or a whole morning. "Is still considered stealing, on dry land, too."

But that doesn't keep him from pushing things all together.

"But, yeah," He gives the earlier, with a tip of his head. "It was a good idea."

Irrepressible, like it's somehow uncanny. The barbed bent to those words, like somehow this is a surprise. When he knows it absolutely isn't. Cath, having good ideas. Cath, knowing a few dozen different ways to get him out of his head. Which is, hypocritically, heaped right up there, bright and amused in his hazel eyes.