[ she sputters at the remark, turning a suitable shade of red to the tips of her ears. little did felicity know just how close she and steve had come to skipping the dinner or pretense of a date back in the caves. they'd both been hit with... something there, and both had held on to their last ounce of self-control to keep from going further than they did. ]

It's not like that. He's... [ her face lights up, though now it's less the blushing and more... something deeper. ] He's a gentleman. And not in the fakely chivalrous doing-it-just-so-women-appreciate-him way.