There was no point debating their ages because in his mind it didn't matter anyway. They were what physical age that they appeared to be, and he knew from experience and much testing that his cells didn't age as they should anyway. He was too healthy, too in his prime, too good at regenerating, so he didn't age appropriately. He had a date of birth that he knew about, so he supposed that despite everything, he could be into his nineties for accuracy sake. "Fine, I will remain clean-shaven."

He danced with her for the length of the song, which seemed much too short by his measure. He was certain that old songs were longer, but then again, turning and stepping was not a complicated procedure. It wasn't a difficult song to dance to, and even as it came to an end, he was still swaying with her until his head tilted with the start of the next song. It was faster, picking up a beat that was clearly not any real love song.

He drew her tighter against his chest, and then he pulled her into a new dance, one that required a bit more foot work and skill. If he didn't think about it, if he just watching her and felt the slide of her body against his own, he could easily move with it. As soon as he started to think, his steps found a very different rhythm and moved in very different steps. "Keep pace, Rogers. I'm testing your dexterity."