Should Rogue point out how the princess always needed rescued in those films, Steve would gladly discuss it with her; it wasn't that he believed it was true of all women, even back then, but society as a whole had accepted it as such. Art was merely imitating life in this case, and he'd met plenty of women who had wanted nothing more than to find a husband who would take care of them.

Not exactly the reaction he'd been hoping for, but not necessarily bad, either. Speechless could be good. Or good-bad, even. Oh, Lord, he thought, listening to her voice, I went and made her cry again. She wasn't actually crying, but he was getting better at recognizing the warning signs from her.

"Well, yeah," he replied, trying to sound casual; his voice came out a little too soft and sincere to pull it off properly, but he continued anyway. "That's the way you look." He thought she was the most amazing person he'd met, so maybe he was a little biased, but his portraits were usually more objective than he was. Everything was lines and curves and basic shapes, fiddled with here and there to create a unique whole, but they were still as true to his source material as he could make them. Rogue just happened to be excellent source material.