A thousand kisses with Rogue seemed like a conservative estimate in Steve's mind, but it would do to start with. They'd both been through so much, he felt they had earned every single one, and a dozen more on top. He smirked at her words, catching the undertone of meaning, but quickly it turned into a fond grin as she yawned.

Eating what little was left of the cupcake quickly, he licked a little icing off his thumb and finger as he put the lid back on the box with his other hand. "I think we'll save the rest of these as a treat for tomorrow. Why don't you..." He'd been about to say 'get ready for bed,' and remembered her earlier question about wearing his clothes. Oh. Right. "I'll... find you something to wear."