I was waiting until I could figure myself out first. And then figured if I kept waiting, it'd just build up until I exploded in some way, and nobody needs to see that. That and, uh, I think the ambient magic of those little shits had some other effects besides fear. [He waggles his free hand.] Call it an aroused state causing a state of arousal. Fear-horny? I dunno, but that was going on, too, and me and Steve got talking.

And Tony knows [and someday they're both going to learn that Tony does not, in fact, know, that they both were having a tremendously stupid misunderstanding about the whole thing] after talking to me about how he went and fucked the king for something in exchange. Like, eyes open, deliberate exchange. Made a few crass remarks. He's lucky I didn't punch him in the face again.

[He looks out along the water, rolling a shoulder.] Steve worries about us sometimes, but somehow Tony and I make it work. Fight and then get over it. Now, far as what to do about the charming Spring King, anyone got a bottle of glue to keep his mouth shut? Maybe a roll of duct tape?