When she snuggled against him, Steve froze, for just a split second, before slowly relaxing. Yes, they'd been getting pretty physically affectionate, but it kept hitting him, at odd intervals, that here was a woman who wanted to be with him, and he couldn't figure out how to act. It was taking some getting used to. He hoped eventually it would stop surprising him so much - but he also remembered Dr. Erskine explaining why he'd chosen him, how a weak man understood the value of strength. Steve would also always understand being alone, wishing he had found the right partner; now he thought maybe he had, and he never wanted to take this kind of moment for granted.

Reaching up with his free hand, he covered the arm she'd wrapped around his middle, and turned his head slightly to rest his lips against her forehead. "Yeah. Not bad," he murmured against her skin. He wasn't trying to provoke her, like he had before their second (or first, depending on how you looked at it) kiss; he just tended to understate things, that was all.

After a moment, he pulled back a little to speak. "Okay, serious questions. First of all..." he paused only briefly, not wanting her to become unduly worried. "What's your favorite color?"