God. He kind of wanted to know what she meant by 'creative,' but he also really didn't. He pressed his forehead harder against hers for a second, squeezing his eyes shut, then huffed out a laugh, that wasn't all that amused. "Well. That makes one of us. I haven't... I never really got the chance, before. First no one woulda had me, and then the War, there wasn't really any time to think about it. Plus, I kinda expected..."

Steve drew in a deep breath. He could say this. And he had to say it coherently, so Rogue would understand what he meant. "I figured, when it was all over, I'd be with Peggy, and there'd be time to figure all that out. I didn't wanna just have a quick tumble with a friendly pro skirt, like some of the other boys."

He finally decided to fall back on the euphemism he'd enjoyed the most, back then, and still thought of fondly. "I gotta find the right partner, before I wanna dance. And I really wanna dance with you. Literally and metaphorically." He couldn't stop the sheepish grin that covered his face; he knew he was being a little ridiculous, but he didn't care.