"I always look good unless I don't bathe," he replied, mostly because Tony had told him that before after giving him his new repaired arm. His arm waited until Steve was settled and then slipped across his friend's waist, noting that the boxers were not where they should be, and the press of skin-to-skin had his interest as much as the movie itself. It was made better whenever Steve decided to squirm a bit, sliding that teasing amount of skin against his own, and it was hard to focus on anything but that from time to time.

He rearranged the blanket over them both to so that the heat stayed with them and his fingers could stroke at the skin at the top of Steve's slipped boxers. He hummed softly at the concern for him when watching the show. "No, I want you just like this. I'm perfectly comfortable," he said, his arm tightening around Steve's lithe waist.