"Neapolitan." He liked a little bit of everything. "But if you're a vanilla sort of guy, I think I can handle that too." He might look a mess but he could still flirt.

Tony's smile died, but only because he was in pain. Shuffling down on the pillows, he lightly pushed Steve off the bed with his foot.

"Chop chop. Faster there's a bed and ice cream, the happier your financer will be."