It took Steve a moment to realize that the words hadn't been aloud. When the realization dawned, it was broadcast clear across his face. Oh.
"You're not an idiot. That was very kind of you to--"
Uh. Steve had come to terms with the loss of Peggy; she she'd married someone else, gone on with her life, and she'd have wanted him to do the same. It hadn't been okay at first, but one he'd gotten past denial and into the other stages of grief, Steve had moved forward. The problem was that Peggy Carter was the only woman he'd ever successfully asked out, and he had no idea how to apply those lessons to this situation. Jean was nice. She was also astronomically out of his league.
"Well, you're also very kind. And I'm sure any guy would be lucky to--. Well. I don't know, what do people do these days? Is it still dancing? I hope it's not dancing."
And not just because it felt disloyal to Peggy; he also couldn't, not for anything, not even an old dance with actual steps instead of whatever kids did in the clubs nowadays.
Man. Total disaster. "Right, so I'm going to need a pencil and a light source if I'm going to show you how to draw."