[Rumlow flashes her a grin. As far as he's concerned, all sex with him is godly. Best thing about an older partner. All that experience. Rumlow cultivates it, engages in plenty of different varieties, delves into darker, kinkier places. Kenzi could probably suggest anything and Rumlow could say he's looked into it.]

Technically speaking it was incidental that I happened to be in that particular building, but I'm still pretty pissed at the guy who did it, so unless you wanna watch me grind my teeth about it, I'd probably move to a different subject.

[He says it calmly enough, warning her that it's not done being a sore subject, and likely never would be. He likes Kenzi, likes the fun nature of their budding relationship. Getting into his bitterness isn't really the best way to foster that. He offers up a smile though, to reassure her there's no hard feelings about her curiosity. It's pretty natural, given the unusual way he'd died.]

All right, I like metal, classic rock, a few alternative bands. Used to like hard rock, but bands kept trying to go for edgy lyrics that sounded fucking retarded.

[A pause.] I'm 48. [So, twice your age, Kenzi.]

Self-sacrifice, hunh? I'll ask, but only if you wanna go into it.