"Listen," Charles said with a chuckle that was completely in odds with the fabricated offended look on his face. "I might look like a proper English professor but I do exercise." Of course he did. He sang in a barbershop quartet and had been part of a rowing team. All of these things would have only made Steve's image of him as the British gentleman that much stronger, though. "Albeit, that is mostly running these days," he had to admit.

The thought of his future that would rob him off of those legs to run on made him sober up for a few minutes before he pushed that thought aside. This was not the time or the place.

"I've noticed that the general attitude towards same sex unions has changed along the time." He was privy to thoughts of so many around them and they came from various times and decades. "I'm glad that it has. It's likely that we'll see more than just acceptance in our lifetimes."

Steve's hand was big and warm and Charles rather liked that soft smile curving his lips. It made Charles' own curve warmer, the skin around his eyes crinkle fondly. He reached up to clasp Steve's arm and gripped it firmly for a moment.

"Why would you see it as something easier?" he asked curiously. Most men he knew probably wouldn't think it like that. At all.

The joke returned the mock offended look, though, and this time with a burst of laughter that wasn't quite as meditated as the shake of his head. "I'm only short standing beside actual giants like yourself. I wonder if that's something you like?" he asked teasingly, his eyes narrowed in a playful smirk. "Is it that you like your men on the adorable side, Steve?"