Peggy's reaching up to do the same when Steve goes to help with her strap, her fingers brushing against his. He's warm and solid, as firm as the rest of him, which means that there isn't much chance that this is part of one of her vivid dreams. Then again, she never has dreamt of being collared and in a toga before Steve.

"Let's go to this house," Peggy agrees after trying to determine if there's a better course of action, but the allure of clothes is far too powerful. Unfortunately, walking does mean relinquishing his warm hand at her shoulder, but she has to hope the disappointment isn't too evident on her face.

She'd gotten so good at hiding her feelings, but a few minutes around Steve and it's like that skill has washed utterly away.