[Honestly, watching her reaction is half the fun. He'd be munching some popcorn if he had any. Instead he idly swirls his drink and waits for her to recover. Rumlow shrugs at her, tries to keep his smirk hidden behind his glass as he raises it to his lips. He sips it, free from any spit-take.]

Dunno, they just sort of flock to me. Guess they think I'm hot, too.

[He grins, completely unabashed in his vanity. He doesn't think he's obnoxious with it, so he doubts Kenzi will see the remark as anything more than a tease.]

Chase? Yeah, we're casual. [He's not going to explain to Kenzi that they're more in a business partnership where Chase basically whores himself out to pay for Rumlow's 'protection.'] I think he only worries about you stealing the mutt.