It really is unfair, the fact that Tony is asking him that question when he literally has Bruce in his grip. But by not Bruce honestly can't bring himself to care too much about it. He wants it, and Tony is willing to provide what he's greedily, selfishly seeking for, and that's about all that matters to him right now.

"What do you think?" he returns quietly, an edge of mirth that creeps into his voice and at the corners of his lips as he smiles. "You can figure it out, right? You're a genius after all."

He doesn't let Tony have a chance to answer as he leans in and kisses him again, groaning quietly into his mouth. The bed would be nice, eventually, but right now all he wants is this - Tony's body pressing on him, and the heat of his mouth against his own.