Okay, he was expecting a cub... Not what looks to be a fully-grown tiger. Even though Steve doesn't know how big sabertooths get, this one's looking pretty damn big. He's already settled on male in his mind, and he's not sure how exactly Tony's gotten away from having his room smell like cat pee long enough not to verify.

He comes closer, reaching out slightly with one hand, making sure it's in the tiger's full view. He's fetched a few cats out of trees before, but this is getting thrown into the deep end.

"Hey boy, I'm Steve." It's not necessarily a good sign if he'll let Steve pet him, but on the bright side, he hasn't killed anybody yet...