"Thumbs are what distinguish us from apes, so yeah, I'd say so," Steve replies with an easy shrug. He thinks Natasha is probably joking about the whole pouncing thing. It's always a little tough to tell with her, since she can say that kind of thing with a straight face.

Not that Steve could read a leopard's expression in the first place.

They make it into the kitchen and Steve holds the door open for her. "So... one steak medium rare, right?" He could stop and reflect on how strange this is, but really, what's the point?