[Rumlow doesn't add anything to the subject of his death, firm on moving on. Kenzi's a little reactionary, but he doesn't feel the need to push anymore. She gets it. He's sure she'll poke around some other time, but he'll wait until they cross that bridge before he worries about how to explain himself without sounding like a revenge seeking psychopath.]

Definitely. Though I don't really call it pumping iron. [He chuckles.] Lifting, since that's less Schwarzenegger. But yeah, SoaD, Chevelle, Deftones. That kinda shit.

[Rumlow grins again at the compliment. He's at least somewhat susceptible to flattery. He does think he looks good for his age, though that's primarily because he keeps in excellent shape, but the age shows in the lines on his face -- half of which are erased by the scars. Lucky him.]

Now I gotta come up with a nickname for you, kid. [Rumlow laughs.] Christ, all I can think of is Kenzilicious and that's fucking dumb. Granted, true.

[A more lascivious smirk crosses his face, but he turns to grab the attention of the bartender while he finishes off his drink. He orders himself something that tastes less like ass and orders her something with the good vodka.]