Flattery is definitely the way to go with her, Rumlow. She appreciates the comment, especially since she's always been a little insecure about the girls and their size. She grins wider, though, when he laughs. When he says he wouldn't forget them. It makes her feel better about not remembering every detail about his seemingly-fantastic bod.

"Right? Like, we must have fucked a thousand times and I can't even remember once which is just-- I mean, it's a goddamn tragedy." It's like a weight has been lifted! The awkwardness between them is gone now that she can swear and talk so blatantly about boning and not be shy and weird, because obviously they've fucked. You don't marry someone this hot and not fuck them. Even for a green card.

She rushes up ahead of him to set one of her bags down so she can unlock the door and let them both in. Maybe not all the shyness is gone. She's still feeling a little shy about it, but that's just because she's never been amazing at flirting or getting dates with anyone but scumbags. Rumlow doesn't seem like a scumbag in the least. He seems like a great guy.

If she wasn't so hungry and eager to actually eat something a little more filling than his junk, she'd probably jump him as soon as they got through the door. Hunger overrides her thirst right now. She should just let the man get to cooking.

"I'll put this junk away if you start making dinner?"