The smile was audible in Peggy's voice too, a softness that rounded out the crisper edges of her usual tone, the snap that had become habit over years of wrangling children into the kind of shape that made for good viewing. It crept out, difficult to curb even when speaking with a friend- with more than a friend, if Steve really did want to take her out again, because that was the whole point, wasn't it? Living in the moment, not planning ahead for some nebulous time when it would be right.
Or not.
Brows furrowed at the question, leading Peggy to sit back and draw a breath, which had to be carefully measured in and exhaled so that she didn't immediately leap to asking why the second thoughts. Steve lived more in his head than people realized. Peggy knew better, and that meant trying to see where he was coming from rather than immediately becoming exasperated.
"Steve," she murmured, a hint of something wry beneath the words, "Considering that I've been your friend for years, and spent more than a little time wondering about more, then I would say that I've thought more than is entirely healthy about all of the potential ramifications of associating with you, yes." She didn't frown, quite, but there was a little hint of a sigh as she added a careful, "Why do you ask?"