"I had a feeling you were made of stronger stuff, anyway," Steve assures her, leaning back to finish off the rest of his beer in one long, steady sip. His posture is even more relaxed when he sets the empty glass down, shoulders slumping a little.

It speaks to how comfortable he's feeling that he's able to relax around her, to an extent, but he can't say for sure whether or not she feels similarly.

"I've never been on the receiving end of her wrath, but I'll take your word for it."