He can tell she's tossing him a bone, and he appreciates it, no matter how obvious it is. She's always been a classy broad, way out of Steve's league. So he lets out a puff of air, smiling lopsidedly, and drags his hand through his green hair.

"Well, my mother once fought to wear trousers. Maybe the apple didn't fall so far from the tree," he says, still looking a little miserable but at least he's trying to make the best of it. He rocks a bit unsteadily, and tugs at the (way, way too short) hem of his skirt. "I have a whole new appreciation for everything you can do in pumps. These are not comfortable."

But she's back to teasing him, and he's back to blushing. "I wouldn't want to be vulgar, Peg. I just meant you... you..."

He rubs the back of his neck. "You wear the uniform well."