"Understood, and accepted." It will sit strangely, but that's all right. His magic gleams in his eyes, more gently than it has in a hundred years, and the flames spread until they're almost like armour. Even when they fade, Steve will feel - hardier, sturdier, safer in some formless but palpable way.

"Thank you." His hand lingers for just a moment longer than it needs to, and then he walks on ahead. "We can start training together, once we've found some decent armor for you."