Ooooooooh yeah, she knows that look. She is very familiar with it by now, enough that there's a visceral reaction when she sees it. Damn, Rumlow.

Kenzi smirks, huffing out a laugh as she cups his face and pulls him close enough that their lips just almost touch. Neck craned, head on his shoulder, she looks up at him, trying to imagine him as some kind of peacekeeping privatized badass following orders and shit instead of yelling at people to lift heavy things all day. It's weird. She can't see him doing that, but at the same time she can? He's too damn interesting to be some suburban business owner in the middle of nowhere.

"I like your face. It's a really good face. Congrats on that."