Good. Besides, we're in Hell, what kinda moral police are gonna shake their fingers at us for casual ungodly sex?

[Not that Rumlow cares in the first place. Nor does he expect Kenzi to. They chatted online and hooked up after some drinks their first meeting -- chastity is clearly on a low rung of priority. But that's how he likes it.

That aside, Rumlow would probably sooner associate himself with a muscle car out of Mad Max, though he wouldn't mind the tank association, if he'd known that's what Kenzi's thinking. He worked hard to keep his body in this condition. Burns aside, at least he looked good when he died.

Which is why he laughs when Kenzi slips in the little cause of death in there. He gestures towards his face, brows raised.]

Had a building dropped on me. Burned to death.

[Not strictly the truth, but it was the cause, even if it had been a little delayed. No need to get into the details of his week-long suffering in a hospital. He dwells on it enough on his own.]

'S far as age goes. A lady never tells. [Rumlow tuts at her.] Favorite color is red, I like a bunch of music and now it's your turn.