"Well, at least if you're already dead she's going to have a hard time doing that," Steve says from a nearby table.

He wasn't trying to eavesdrop, he just happens to have exceptional hearing. Don't blame the supersoldier.

He glances up at Roy through his lashes, a smirk half-cocked on his face. He had been working pretty intently at a doodle of the bartender that just gave Roy a mild cardiac event, and his fingers are still grasping the pencil, nails stained with charcoal.