Peggy gives him a dubious look as she approaches him, but her eyes are filled with the challenge and fire that she'd had the night in the pub, when she'd walked in with her red dress and a challenge practically laid out for Steve. She settles right in front of him and reaches up to begin fussing with his tie.

"I suppose, for now, I'll be Mrs. Rogers," she says idly, as if the cover doesn't utterly depend on it. "Your boring little housewife. I must have made Captain America quite the roast dinner to capture his heart," is her wry, mildly contemptuous comment, because that's what the men at the club will presume. She slides her thumb over his neck as she works, catching at the pulse and feeling her own thunder in turn.