At the invitation to look, Steve did look closer at the shape of the face Sif then wore. When he thought to strip away the more masculine features (the dark shadow of a beard not shaved in a few days being one he thought particularly defining as such), attempting to redraw the sharp lines and hard features into softer definitions, he thought he could very well see how the translation had worked between the feminine and the masculine.
The translation was far from exact, of course, and while Steve could not then see his face, he suspected the same had to be true for him. The nose was sharp and thinner, rather than the rounder shape he remembered belonging to Sif's. The chin was broader and cleft, but the jaw was similar, as were the high sweep of her cheekbones.
It was a strange thing to see the woman he had met not long before within that far more masculine face, beneath those heavy brows and mouth that looked as if it were meant to be downturned at all times, but then smiled toothily at him.
"I would appreciate that," he nodded gratefully, at the offer of clothes that would better fit the body he wore then. Although even that thought had him pulling up as his chin dropped and he looked down at the body he stood in then with nothing like discretion. Despite the fact that there were feminine curves there he would have very much liked when they belonged to anyone other than himself, Steve's cursory inspection was no more lecherous than he supposed (likely wrongly) that Sif would have done with her own new body. When he lifted his gaze to the woman across from him again, it was with the awareness that he needed to find the most politic way to say that he doubted her clothes would fit him well, and why.
He froze as Sif instead reached for his shirt and tied it at his hips, not knowing quite sure what he was supposed to do with himself, let alone his hands, through the task. "I, uh-" with a look down at Sif's work, he couldn't deny that the shirt fit a little better, though to see so much bare thigh and it not be remotely familiar was disorienting. "I might have to borrow something...loose. Until I can find something better fitting. You're-" and the question of the hour, could Steve Rogers find a way to tell Lady Sif of Asgard that he had a more curvaceous body than her without offending her and learning whether it felt the same to be popped in the mouth when their genders were switched?
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The translation was far from exact, of course, and while Steve could not then see his face, he suspected the same had to be true for him. The nose was sharp and thinner, rather than the rounder shape he remembered belonging to Sif's. The chin was broader and cleft, but the jaw was similar, as were the high sweep of her cheekbones.
It was a strange thing to see the woman he had met not long before within that far more masculine face, beneath those heavy brows and mouth that looked as if it were meant to be downturned at all times, but then smiled toothily at him.
"I would appreciate that," he nodded gratefully, at the offer of clothes that would better fit the body he wore then. Although even that thought had him pulling up as his chin dropped and he looked down at the body he stood in then with nothing like discretion. Despite the fact that there were feminine curves there he would have very much liked when they belonged to anyone other than himself, Steve's cursory inspection was no more lecherous than he supposed (likely wrongly) that Sif would have done with her own new body. When he lifted his gaze to the woman across from him again, it was with the awareness that he needed to find the most politic way to say that he doubted her clothes would fit him well, and why.
He froze as Sif instead reached for his shirt and tied it at his hips, not knowing quite sure what he was supposed to do with himself, let alone his hands, through the task. "I, uh-" with a look down at Sif's work, he couldn't deny that the shirt fit a little better, though to see so much bare thigh and it not be remotely familiar was disorienting. "I might have to borrow something...loose. Until I can find something better fitting. You're-" and the question of the hour, could Steve Rogers find a way to tell Lady Sif of Asgard that he had a more curvaceous body than her without offending her and learning whether it felt the same to be popped in the mouth when their genders were switched?
"-slimmer."