[A little tension drained from his bearing as Rumlow kissed his hand, watching his commander quietly for a long moment. That kind of affection was not particularly Rumlow's style unless with him it seemed, the soft alluring press of lips and the little touches. All of those things raised the hairs along his arms and legs and softened his muscles.]

I expect that to be a long time ago. [The pointed reminder of his wiping had him chewing on that idea.] She said she used to follow me, try to stay hidden and sneak up on me while I was on missions. It didn't seem as if she was lying.

[But he recognized that she was skilled enough to be able to. Her openness with him had almost been startling.]

She is loyal to herself.