Steve gingerly releases her shoulders, staring at her and trying to figure out what the heck just happened. "Je vous en prie*," he says faintly.

OK, she... she wanted to learn French, that's all. By kissing him. Maybe this was normal on Tamaran, maybe folks just walked around kissing people and learning languages. Aliens were bound to have weird cultural... things. Jane had told him all about Thor's mug-smashing incident. Don't make a big deal out of it, Rogers, she's a princess, you'll cause an interplanetary incident.

Steve clears his throat and absently pulls the coat, which had fallen down to their waists, back up to his shoulders, his gaze cutting back over to the fire. "So, uh. That seems like a useful ability. To be able to learn new languages so. Easily."

((*you're welcome))