[ tony stares plainly, brows knitting closer and closer as steve makes this display. honestly, it takes balls to call tony out on his shit, especially like this. he likes it. he shifts to the edge of his stool, inspects the ring with an audibly thoughtful noise before taking it up. he tries his ring finger and gets the thing to his second knuckle before it refuses to continue and gives steve a look like really before shifting and sliding it onto his pinky. he holds up his hand and inspects it thoroughly. ]

I expected diamonds but I guess I can settle.

[ he's watched enough movies and reality specials to know that women scream and cry but he's always liked the thought of being a rich bitch, cold as ice. he swivels back toward the desk and scoops rhodey's container closer, shooting steve a scathing look, ]

It's the least you could've done to make up for ruining my figure.

[ and then a head tilt, tapping his cheek. ]

Seal it.

[ with a kiss. you started this rogers, end it now. ]