[ There are times to be embarrassed, and then, there are times to just... not. Now is one of those times, though Steve can still feel the heat slowly creeping up the back of his neck the longer they sit there and stare at one another. It doesn't quite reach his face, though the burn in his ears might have been a little too obvious if he gave Clint enough time to see it. As it is, he tilts his head and swallows another mouthful of his beer as if mimicking the motion and detracting from the fact he wants to get another look at his mouth. Maybe his tongue.

Flirting is easy with confidence. He just has to plan his attempts accordingly. ]

I won't ask if you believe that's what everyone in the army does in their downtime, [ he jokes, skirting around the question as he slowly moves away from his spot at the counter. ] But I know enough to get by.

[ His comment is casual, as if he's speaking about an everyday, mundane activity and not sex. His voice, too, is even and a bit on the firmer side, stepping in close to Clint so that he almost hovers next to him without being overbearing. It's not his objective to be intimidating, reaching out to take Clint's drink before he decides to use it against him the same way he had before. There's always so much talking, and though Steve would prefer to have all the information, there are some things he'd just rather act upon. ]

I think we should just go with it and see what happens. [ A pause, and his eyes fall to the other man's mouth again. ] Unless you really prefer doing things a certain way.

[ It could have been a question. In fact, Steve might have meant it as a question, but he only allows enough room for Clint to answer between the way he watches him and how he takes hold of his wrist to feel the warmth of his skin. Casual, nearly gentle. It's an invitation, hardly subtle now. ]