Oh, that was unfair. Tempting that morsel infront of him without actually offering it up.

"You know, if you leave me to imagine that, I can definitely come up with worse," he smirked, before adding, "So really, it's kinda in your best intrest to just get it out in the open." It was a shame he didn't have any alcohol stories. Or well, ones that involved him, rather than taking Kate to a bar and then convincing her that breaking into the Avengers mansion to steal her bow back was a good idea. (It had been, he'd totally scored and it had been worth it.)

"I'm used to it," he says, shrugging, forcing himself to try and not fidget too much.

"Could be worse. We could be on one of those carts that bring us here from the edge."

He's never going to be over that.