Steve's hand settled on his shoulder for a moment, almost a pet before he nudged him for the withheld laugh. He couldn't really be annoyed, though. Not with Jim lookin' like that. Not with Jim preening at him like that. And especially not with Jim well aware of how much Steve wanted to kiss him, dinner be damned.

"Give it another few minutes, unless you like your salad room temperature."

He shoved Jim's shoulder again.

"And of course I like it."