"You are-" And Steve raises a hand to rub his chin, fingers dragging almost into a pinch over his bottom lip, when it's actually an effort not to snap back. Snarl. Nodding, and looking at him, even and thin. "-doing great in the compliment department tonight."

"So, now, if I've got this right-" Which comes with a gesture of his hand toward his own chest. "I'm sleeping with Cath, and I couldn't possibly know what I want or don't want." It's thick, with a narrowness toward the set of his eyes. "Are you done with this now, or you just getting started?

"Because if you're just getting started, I'm going to get a beer before you keep going." Not that it looks or sounds at like a positive choice. Not that it looks like he's even going to move toward getting said drink. "Then I'll at least have something to do until you're done telling me what I must be or should be doing, without once, actually, asking me what might or might not have happened, while you weren't here to have a clue."