He smirked at the audible swallowing, giving Steve the look that he would use tickle torture if he had no other recourse. Well, there was always other recourse, but it was entertaining to just sit on the poor guy for a minute and then have to get up and help Steve breath for the next hour. What were friends for though?

"Since when do you stay out of trouble?" He shook his head as he ran a hand through his damp hair to mess it up just enough that it looked natural. He pointed his comb at the other man. "No, I don't believe you. I know when something's up, so you're going to tell me or else."