He sighed, still content despite the fact that Steve again didn't seem that comfortable but was trying to lay still under him anyway. He didn't mind, cuddled as he was half-laying on his friend and content to stay that way. He did, however, notice when the rather obvious hardness rubbed on his bare thigh, and he shifted slightly so as not to lean too heavily on it. "Are you alright? I didn't think you were the type to bring knives to bed," he said, raising his eyebrows.

He knew what it was, but it was easier to just ignore it for the most part. Hydra had beat out and tormented his body enough where such a reaction was grudging in coming, perhaps in the future.

Of course, Steve had to mention food that sounded very good and appealing. He peered at his friend shifting his metal arm up to fold under his chin so he could peer down into Steve's face all the easier. "I feel better, more rested, less on the verge on wanting to kill something. I'd like brunch or whatever at some point, but only if you're there."