Maybe? He eyed Steve as if he wasn't certain if he should believe the man at all, that his friend was actually holding out on him. His expression changed from a struggle for mischievousness to a set to the challenge. "Well, you don't have a girlfriend, so that's out. You don't have a boyfriend, so that's out. You can't like Tony that much despite his offers," he replied silkily before he was pushing himself up on an elbow and stretched his back. "Who else could you be dreaming about? Isn't there that old dame back from the early days? Are you into really old frail people?" He had a healthy respect for Peggy Carter whose file he had read.

He knew that, had seen Steve's enthusiasm for cooking and even the man's enjoyment for him sometimes prowling in to help or just plain get in the way. "So... you like watching me put your stuff in my mouth?" To be fair, Steve made very good food, always enjoyable, always flavourful. He would never stop his friend from making him stuff to eat either. "I can aim out the window; what's wrong with your aim?" He of course wouldn't aim out the window, which was closed and required getting up to open. He could still threaten it.