He's one hundred percent staring. Not even stealthily either, just leaning over to openly watch Steve's ass. Give him a break, it's been a long few years and a lot of trauma. "Just out of curiosity, have you ever crushed someone's face with that?"
Because he’s leaning over a counter slash touch screen slash whatever other new age tech has been worked into his setup, at first he thinks Wrench is asking if he’s ever swung a table at someone’s face and broken it. The answer to which would be --- yes. But as he straightens slightly, lifting his support from elbow to hand, and notices the focus of Wrench’s gaze, he understands completely. With that understanding, comes a touch of heat to his cheeks --- hopefully undiscernible. He’s not as much of a prude as people make him out to be, but he’s yet to reach Wrench’s comfort level of sexual innuendo.
He straightens all the way, fist on the counter, a hand on his hip just to paint his disapproval. ‘ You’re walking proof that some questions should never be asked or answered, you know that, right ? ’