"Not unless you feel like paying the three hundred dollar smoking fine," Steve replies, watching her as she rolls to look at him. She's so fucking beautiful, and he wonders if he's about to lose her entirely because he can't just be happy with what they have.

The news makes him feel kind of relieved, and then he feels like being an asshole for being so relieved because he doesn't have any sort of claim over her. It's not like he wants to have any claim over her, either. He just wants her to want only him, which feels kind of pathetic.

He furrows his brow as she gets ready to leave the room, but she's asking him to come with her, so he doesn't really question it. The only booze he brought is champagne, and this doesn't really feel like a champagne moment, so he grabs the bottle of vodka from the mini bar that will probably cost him about a billion dollars, puts his coat, and follows her towards the door. "Lead the way."