"That's the point," he said, taking a swig of his bear and grinning. "Sometimes it's just nice to get your hands around something, you know? Hell, I bet Luke here wishes he had a robot so he could hug something smaller than a grizzly for once! Eh, buddy?"
He nudged Luke, who awkwardly sipped his wine cooler.
"...Gale is fine," he said, shrugging. "I like her a lot."
Bat walked back into the living room, saving both Luke and Steve. He carried a tray of sandwiches, which he set down gingerly on the table, flashing them all once more.
"I made sandwiches, Master Steve," he said, fidgeting with his skirt; for some reason, it was awfully drafty when he moved. "Is there anything else you need?"