[something steady. tj looks at rumlow like he's a bucketful of kittens.]

That's adorable. And no, steady and I didn't exactly work out.

[he tugs his shirt over his head, smoothing it down over his chest, a scrap of worn-down cotton that probably cost a week's salary to some people. there's an art to looking low-effort. rumlow might think he's there with the all black ensemble, but no.]

How about you, little woman waiting for you back home? And you can sit down or something, pretend like you're not paid to be here - can I get you a drink?