Honesty is Steve's default. He's not incapable of deception, but the more distracted he is, the more likely he is to be open and genuine. And Tony definitely has him...distracted. The blood flow is deserting his brain and going elsewhere. He hasn't lost all of his verbal skills yet, but the fact that there's a delay before he catches up with Tony's reply and laughs definitely says something.

"You said it, not me," he jokes, and nips again.

Every nerve in Steve's back seems to be responding to the feeling of fingers moving up his back. He makes a breathless noise and lifts his head at around the same moment Tony groans.

"Mnhh...your workshop. I guess if you want it gone..." He grins at him, just a little sheepish, and moves back just enough to shrug out of the shirt. He actually starts to fold it to set it aside, then realizes there's no point and tosses it under the table.

"I like your hands," he blurts, a mild non-sequitur. But then he reaches to take Tony's wrists and press his palms against his upper chest.