"I bet it ain't," there's a small grin mixed with worry in his voice. After all, the way she looks? He can absolutely guarantee there are men lining up to be invited. And that it's her choice, absolutely and always, who does go in.

But it's not his intent, not today. Not with the way she's burning up.

He takes a little more of her weight as she has to let go, then spends a moment to orient himself around the new space (so similar to Steve's and yet so different). Well, there's a--

"Couch, bed, kitchen counter?" For taking care of the damage. Her call, since it's her home and up to her to deal with how well the place can be cleaned.