"Are you poking me right now? You're poking me right now," Steve replies, looking down at the offending finger with nothing short of incredulity before his gaze sweeps back up to Danny. He doesn't know whether to smile or not, but he settles for going halfway, lips twitching briefly. "You know the rules. Sensitive information means someone could use you to get to me," he murmurs. "And it'd work, you know."