An actual minute? [ she challenges him -- barely an inch away from his face. she can feel the flat of his hand on her back and how snugly he keeps her in a tangle with him. it's a lovely tangle, really, and she'd be a liar if she said it wasn't tempting to stay. ] Or one of those funny little Steve Rogers Minutes that seem to drag on and on until he's kept me here for nearly half an hour?

turning around might have been a mistake, but at least now she gets to stare him down. ]