It wasn't at all the kind of conversation Peggy was accustomed to having. The topic wasn't appropriate for polite company, and she did endeavor to maintain a certain level of courtesy at all times. Let the rest of the Capitol gossip and titter about who was sleeping with whom (not only who, but how and how often and who knew what else), but that wasn't how Peggy chose to spend her time or the way she socialized. She'd been raised with manners and her father would be mortified to know she was in a hotel room, alone with a man, talking about sex.
He'd be slightly homicidal if he'd known about the night before, but that was neither here nor there because Peggy didn't intend to tell him. Ever. Some things were better left secret. She doubted Steve would mention any of that unpleasantness to anyone else and that meant the whole mess could remain between them.
And after this, they never had to speak of it again.
She listened carefully, weighing tone and expression, watching the way his face flamed and his eyes kept flickering aside like he was too bashful to look at her while admitting that there was some physical aspect to his desires. Good. That was honest. If he'd claimed to want nothing but chaste romance, holding hands and exchanging soft, sweet words, she would've had to call him on the lie... and then asked him to leave, because fixing dented trust wouldn't happen if he was going to retreat into deception to save face.
"It's not as if I've never had a man proposition me, you know," Peggy remarked, arching a brow when it seemed like he'd finished. "Last night was the first time I was conflicted about it." Her lips ticked up, the hint of mischief in the tilt of her fleeting smile. "Usually, I threaten bodily harm. Or actually commit it." That hadn't happened in a while, but it wasn't unheard of. Actually, she was surprised she hadn't seen worse last night if there had been an excess of drugged food and drink.
Standing, she brushed her skirt back into place with a little huff. "But I knew much as either of us might want the other... and thank you for admitting that, because I would've felt foolish if it was only me thinking that direction..." Peggy blushed, lashes dropping to hood dark eyes. "Neither of us want to hurry. I don't want anything tawdry, and I'm not going to compromise on that." Not even Steve's big blue eyes or that echo of an accent would budge her.
"Now." Looking up again, she offered a slightly wobbly smile. "I can't forgive you properly from over there." She gestured, inviting him closer. Preferably for a hug.