Oh, he looks. He looks hard. It's tempting to just put every move on him that he knows right now. But part of trust is not taking advantage of that trust... at the moment. Give him time, Tony'll break pretty quickly. He carefully takes off his clothes, down to his red silk boxers, and folds his clothes before putting them on the sink's granite countertop. If he lets Jesus undress him, it'll involve more chances for him to touch the reactor.

Damn it, he's way too old to be giving a crap about what some guy is going to think of his looks.