He has to think for a moment before a similar cackle is startled out of him. "Oh god, that one? Yeah I- J tried to spin it as a way to keep people from reading secret messages while riding with Howard?"

Or something like that. Something clandestine by way of spies and secrets rather than his old man being a horny bastard when he was younger. Since he'd bought it hook, line, and sinker- he can't really say it didn't work. Still giggling he wipes at his face, his eyes- glad for this. Something close to old memories that doesn't sting so much. "If you think you can put up with me being a fidgety ass, think you could teach me?"

Tempered by years as it might be- the look hasn't changed much. Wide, warm eyes, raised brows, a soft, almost shy smile. Hope that's warier, now, than it might've been thanks to Howard and Obie and life but. "Please."

Because he remembers you damn well ask politely if you're going to ask Miss Peggy Carter anything.