As long as Yoon wasn't challenging him, or doing something he didn't want, Steve wasn't particularly angry. The emotion still simmered there, ready to explode again, but he'd spent too many years fighting against outside influences to let it overcome him. For a little while anyway. He slung an arm around Yoon's shoulders and pulled the kid close, heading back towards the bar.

"That's ok, we'll get you something light. How about you pick something by color? What's your favorite?"