Oh. Oh, no, absolutely not. Peggy knew that tone of voice. She'd heard it from more than one admirer before, and simply because this was Steve didn't mean it was any more welcome or likely to lead anywhere. Fine, she'd gotten distracted by his chest tonight (was sort of distracted by that towel at the moment, if she were being perfectly honest with herself), and she'd kissed him before... but he was drunk now, and nothing was going to happen. It wasn't the way she wanted it, and Peggy was entirely capable of maintaining firm boundaries, thank you very much.
Lips pursed, she did let Steve pull her inside, free hand caught in his and her heels dangling from the fingers of her other hand. "Steve," she murmured, brow furrowing. "Do you feel all right? You look flushed." And naked. Very naked beneath the towel, which wasn't quite enough to cover all of the parts of him that he'd probably like covered.
This was really not the way she'd imagined any of this happening. They were going to have dinner first, perhaps coffee in some intimate nook after, and at no point was anyone going to be intoxicated.
And they certainly weren't going to be at a Capitol function, surrounded by the most notorious gossips Peggy could name offhand. They were already going to be hard-pressed to stay out of the news at this rate, especially if someone had spotted Steve in this state. She made mental note to ask the others he'd mentioned speaking to about their encounters, particularly Tony. That bit about the elevator sounded alarming at best.
"Is that the water?" Tilting her head, dark eyes flickered in the direction of the bathroom and back to him, staying very deliberately above the line of his shoulders.