Her cheeks flush at the compliment. "I"ll, ah... tell my tailor you liked the outfit." Really, Amelia, can you not handle even one compliment tonight?

"Anti-anti-hero," she repeats, trying hard not to laugh and failing a little. "You could just say you're a hero, you know. I've heard rumors about this Captain America guy and I'm pretty sure that's what everyone else calls him." Not that she knows for sure, but that seems like an important thing to point out.

But since they're out on the dance floor, she has to ask: "So, does the hero dance?"