"No one attempted to drape themselves on me," it's the first retort that falls out of his mouth, brow furrowing like Danny needed to check his facts or his head. Someone had attempted to fall into the ground next to him.

Which, yeah, he'd even had to catch that one, but even she hadn't actually draped herself on him. Or even attempted to, fingers on his skin for a minute or two too long not withstanding. He'd dealt with far worse things touching him, covering him for days and weeks. Making it annoying, but insignificant.

He'd probably had these words picked out when he said the said the last ones, dragging it out, giving it directions, different paths. "You got something against me actually enjoying my night? Wasn't that your point going there?"

Tossing Danny a look of challenge even in the dark, as he flying down blissfully empty streets. Especially after how peopled the bar had been. Which wasn't terrible, given what he'd gotten from it, but it was less and less the kind of thing he looked for lately. But then he hadn't expected what he found tonight, and he was going to keep that. Savor it like steak after being in the field for so many months every clutched memory was obliterated before the reality of real flavor again.

Steve took a corner, heading them through the city area. Watching Danny between glances where he was actually nearly facing the man, at the edge of his vision as he was paying attention to the road. Not that there was anything between him and a long slice of forever in front. The head lights illuminating the city at not far from midnight, when he only passed a handful of people here and there.