Well, in his compliments, he was generally honest. He didn't play at making someone feel good because it was expected; he did it because he thought they were deserving of the praise. He wasn't in this to butter up someone's feelings after all, though he kept that gruff nature off of the grid when it was more important to the mission to either say nothing or just let someone assume what he was going to say about them.

He finished his stretching and lifted his weight so it wasn't quite so difficult for Steve to shift away and sit up again. He had noticed the look, and that pleased him more than anything except the kisses themselves. He expected that meant some interest in things happening again.

He flopped onto the couch and stretched his legs out under the coffee table, folding his hands behind his head. "Anything you want, Cap," he said and reached over to set some of the hair at the back of Steve's head with his fingers. "Someone to practice on, someone to talk to, someone to just shoot the shit with, someone to have drinks with." He shrugged his shoulders. "Anything or nothing. I just think you should get out more; you're a good guy, and it's a shame to think you're stuck in your apartment living in memories." Not that he actually knew entirely what happened in that place.