The man's face had gone pink, and Tyrion let out a wicked little laugh. Rogers might be more than willing to fight on the field of battle but it seemed that between the sheets was another story entirely.

"The perfect man in every way," he said, chuckling. "I salute you, Steve Rogers. You and your presence of heart." He raised his glass towards Rogers and took another swig of the strange-tasting water. "Presence of heart still tastes like butter and ham."