"Douchebag, huh?" Steve echoes, already starting to roll the sleeves back down to his wrists and buttoning up the cuffs before picking up his jacket from where he'd originally laid it out, hoisting it up onto his shoulders and tugging the lapels until it sits right, and then he leans against the counter again, his hip taking the weight when he tilts to the side. "What about now? Still a douchebag, Daniel?"