God, she fucking knows and is dragging it out. This isn’t fair. Trying not to squirm has never been such a task before, and he’s scowling a bit after her overtly vague reply. Not cool, Peggy. Not cool at all.

“What other aspects?” His eyes narrow, suspicious of if she’s just pulling his leg. If she really had lived with him, then she probably knows the easiest ways to get under his skin, and keeping information he wants to know from him is definitely one of those ways. That and he hasn’t exactly made a secret of how much it’s bothering him right now. Two can play at this game though. Maybe. Sort of.

“The shirt thing? You mean the shirt thing don't you.” There isn’t a shirt thing.