Steve just stares. Stares and swallows, his mouth suddenly going dry. He's not even sure how Danny can expect him to get through dinner dressed like that, but Steve'll be damned if he gives in this early. He sidles up behind Danny, along his side, glancing over his shoulder and down at the food, and pushes a quick kiss to the back of Danny's head. "Smells good," he murmurs, hovering inches away.