"I've lectured the god of Love and Thunder," Steve says, dryly aware but also fond. He likes Thor - a lot. "I also punched him repeatedly in the face at one point."

He looks around the space they're in and after he puts his boots beside his shield just... sits the fuck down. It's been a long day, and this conversation doesn't need to continue to happen upright. The consequence of his position (one leg folded and one knee up) is his pants falling apart, but that's not a focus right now.

"That's not being a bad person, that's being stupid. Assuming it was actually pride." Which he is wholly prepared to believe, actually, unlike 'bad person'.