There were some terms that had been offensive even in his own time, but not practically taboo like they were now. As he'd currently been referring to himself and his own ethnicity, Steve hadn't even thought twice about calling himself a Mick. He'd be embarrassed when she did explain it to him, but grateful that it was Rogue, and not someone he ended up offending beforehand by it.
Caught out staring - his eyes just kept drifting back, without any input from him - Steve grinned sheepishly, and gently nudged her back. "I can't help it. You've got great legs. Also," his face scrunched a little, "I'm still not used to seein' ladies without stockings on their bare legs. It's weird, how it's all the little things that seem to throw me for the biggest loops."
Steve glanced at her plate, but knew better than to comment on how little she'd taken to eat. The way she acted made him doubt she was one of those gals who only nibbled on food when she was with company, so he could only assume she wasn't all that hungry. Since they'd been planning on this and she'd known what food would be available, he couldn't imagine she'd eaten too late to work up an appetite yet. Which only left him with: she didn't eat a lot in the first place at any given time. Knowing what he did about what she'd gone through, it wasn't that surprising, or unusual, but it still bothered him.
He kept his thoughts off his face, leaning forward to start fixing his own plate, piling it to the brim with different foods. It smelled delicious; he wouldn't tell her this, because he was sure it tasted fine, but at the moment, even if it tasted like wet socks he'd probably devour it and ask for more.
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Caught out staring - his eyes just kept drifting back, without any input from him - Steve grinned sheepishly, and gently nudged her back. "I can't help it. You've got great legs. Also," his face scrunched a little, "I'm still not used to seein' ladies without stockings on their bare legs. It's weird, how it's all the little things that seem to throw me for the biggest loops."
Steve glanced at her plate, but knew better than to comment on how little she'd taken to eat. The way she acted made him doubt she was one of those gals who only nibbled on food when she was with company, so he could only assume she wasn't all that hungry. Since they'd been planning on this and she'd known what food would be available, he couldn't imagine she'd eaten too late to work up an appetite yet. Which only left him with: she didn't eat a lot in the first place at any given time. Knowing what he did about what she'd gone through, it wasn't that surprising, or unusual, but it still bothered him.
He kept his thoughts off his face, leaning forward to start fixing his own plate, piling it to the brim with different foods. It smelled delicious; he wouldn't tell her this, because he was sure it tasted fine, but at the moment, even if it tasted like wet socks he'd probably devour it and ask for more.