There are still faint marks around his wrists. Tony had almost forgotten about it, though following Steve's glance at his arms makes him almost want to cover his hands for reasons he can't quite identify. He doesn't. Mostly out of sheer stubbornness.

There's a lot to think about to take his mind off of it anyway. The idea of Steve subbing is startling -- and okay, that will teach him to make assumptions -- in a way that's already sparking ideas, but definitely needs to be tabled for later. Much later, probably.

"Let me start," he says slowly, fingers tapping an absent-minded rhythm on the desk in front of him, "by saying I'm willing to try a lot of things. In general, yeah, but with this especially. I don't know what I like yet, and I don't think I'm going to figure it out if I don't actually experience it. But."

He takes a breath and forces himself to hold Steve's eyes. "I don't want you to hit me. I definitely don't want you to insult me." Those, at least, he's very sure about. There's a lot of connotations there, with who they are and what they do. Even in a controlled setting, Tony's pretty damn sure that wouldn't go anywhere good. "I'm not looking to be taken down a peg or brought to heel or anything. I just...

"I think a lot. You may have noticed." He smiles a little wryly. "Somewhere in what happened, I stopped thinking so much. That, I liked. A lot."