Grinning, and probably looking completely besotted, Steve watched her walk into the living area before grabbing the plate of cookies and following with his own mug.

"In that case, I appreciate that you only bit off the head of his effigy. You wouldn't believe the paperwork involved when one of us gets injured." He said it glibly, and only afterward realized how it would sound to Rogue, and quickly backtracked. "Which, thankfully doesn't happen that often. Tony and Natasha tend to get dinged more than the rest of us, which is amazing considering Tony wears a metal suit of armor." He privately believed it was a combination of Tony thinking the suit would hold up to more than it really could, and the fact that Tony seemed to go through life believing that he himself was invincible. But that was a different conversation, and really not what he wanted to be talking about, with Rogue, on Christmas.

Not...that he had any idea how to bring up the conversation he really did want to have with Rogue. So he pushed it to the back of his mind again, to simmer until later. Right now they had presents to open.