"He's mad," Tony echoed, muttered like it was a mild curiosity and not a pointed acknowledgement of that choice of framing while he impatiently plucked a card from the deck. Now they both knew what a mercy it was when Tony held that card to his smooth, golden chest, hidden between his heart and hand as he used his second question to ask, "Did you pee in that water? Little bit?" He spread his fingers to reveal his card where he held it, eyes narrowed intently to watch Steve's face for any revealing clue.