Steve can sass with the best of them and not tire out, but the longer Genesis goes on the bigger his smile gets, until he's sitting there grinning up at her like a cat who fell into a bowl of cream. It's difficult to say whether he's more amused by how inconvenienced she is, or more charmed.

"Mystic knight. Hey, I like the helmet," he says, drawing the visor back down over her eyes before pushing it back up again. Is he laughing? Maybe, but he'll never tell. "You look like you're ready to win Guinevere's favor from the king of the round table."

Steve's not opposed to a little fantasy in his life. The Once and Future King was one of his favorite books growing up. He kind of wishes there were more redheaded knights in it now, though. "You look good."

OK, it's possible he's just trying to get her to punch him now.