Steve stares at the pages from Tony studying the detail with which the other man had graphed out the dance movies— with notes on posture, tempo, and every other minute detail, like the blueprint for one of those crazy machines he was always dreaming of— and lets out an exasperated sigh.

“Hm, what’s wrong Steve, I thought I got it all down correctly, you meant a two-person dance, right, that’s what I did, or did you want the Charleston, because I can make some notes on that if you need it, just give me a minute to finish up this—”

Steve interrupts him because he knows the rambling will never stop and he makes a point to look as innocent as possible while he says, “I was just hoping for a more hands-on approach.”