And to think, she used to tower over him. Steve's slow to let her go, a slight shiver running through his body as the feel of her lips on his neck, but it wasn't polite to linger. That would be for later. And he's usually pretty clueless, but he can tell a topic change when it shows up in bright neon letters.

"Found them in my house. Yours should be in the house they gave you. The being in charge's mother made him give us proper clothes." Steve grinned at that. "My toga was sized for when I was smaller. I'm sure that would have made for an interesting meeting."