He dropped his hand away when Steve pulled away from him, pretending to respect the super-soldier's decision to dictate this little meeting. He had already gotten further than he expected since the day started after all, so all this fun was just a bonus in his books. He also knew better than to push at such a tedious junction, wanting Rogers to come back to him willingly. That would make the trap snapping shut all the sweeter.

Unless it didn't happen, in which case, he'd be right back where he started edging towards putting a bullet in the back of the man's skull. Either way, he still won in his own mind.

The change of conversation didn't offend him, and he pushed himself up from the couch smoothly, dusting off the last of the crumbs from his thighs to the floor. He stretched again now that he was standing and then gestured for Steve to follow him as he moved around the couch towards the closed door that he had indicated his work was behind. "Fair enough, it's not much, but it keeps my time. No laughing."

He stepped over to the door and pushed it open, revealing a neat work bench, a light table, built in shelves specifically to hold stained glass. There was a small project laid out on a pattern, incomplete but set well. The two windows in the room had various small projects hanging, catching the light after he had turned it on.