Peggy settles in with her pillow, trying to settle in with the rather large bed. She'd been used to a single at the Griffith and though Howard tended towards opulence, she still always slept as though she'd never gained the space, firmly in a line. The positioning, now, becomes a touch awkward not because she thinks she'll be rejected, but rather she doesn't want to rile Steve up. She's hardly intending to tease him.

"I'll lie well enough for the both of us," Peggy promises, cupping his cheek. "On certain topics, only, of course." There are other things that she would never lie about, not on her life.