"You still would. There's a gentleman in there, somewhere."

It's a little absent, as she leans to get a better look at the behemoth. There's really only one way up it, looks like, so the plan of attack appears to be just to keep going up. This is going to be hard, and she'll push herself harder than she was really thinking she might, today, because Steve has probably been up here as often as possible since moving back, and that means he has the homefield advantage.

That doesn't make it any less true, though, and as much as Steve can make her pull faces at manners or his lack of understanding the basic processes of most dates, he's thoughtful and can be polite and, yeah, she might even say a gentleman.

From time to time.

It's a suit he can pull out and wear, whenever it's needed, whether it's for a party like that fundraiser he took her to, or helping out some wounded or wronged person who can't help themselves. It's just who he is, down to the marrow.

Which is not to say it's not rare enough that she doesn't turn an amused, faintly skeptical look on him, forehead pushing into mild interest. "I think I can keep on my own two feet, thanks. But that does sound like there might be a decent story attached."