Lady or not, Rose deserved no less. She would get no less from him, either. His politeness had extended even to Effie though by no degree to which he offered it to Rose. It was just the way he was. Steve Rogers was the only man Matt knew that had him outmatched when it came to mannerisms, and that was a rare feat in itself. Though Steve Rogers was better at a lot of things than most people. But that was a good thing.
"I'm starving you? I would blame that on your metabolism. It processes Chinese food like it's going out of style," Matt replied with amusement. "I'm so terrible to you, aren't i? I'm so awful."
As she shifted against him, Matt's arms slipped around her and he held her close. He savored her warmth and the lack of distance between them.
"I know a great place not too far from the apartment. There's a little juke box at the table, it's quite rustic for an American food place. And you're thinking of shoe string fries. Americans like to be bold with their food, we get bored with old fashioned chips. Maybe you'll just have to enlighten me on the proper way to consume a chip. Or a fry."