Rumlow had such a dry kind of delivery that sometimes it was difficult to tell when he was being serious and when he was just kidding around, which was one of the reasons that Steve had never been big on the idea of spending time with him in a social environment. Maybe he just needed to let loose a little, though. Steve could joke around with the best of them, but it didn't always feel right to do it in a professional setting like this.

Which didn't stop Rumlow from smacking him on the rear again, and this time it definitely wasn't an accident. That sent an entirely different message, and Steve had to reevaluate if he'd just unwittingly agreed to go on a date with a subordinate. It was something he'd have to feel out once it was actually happening, but he reminded himself that he could always put his foot down and end it if it went too far.

Given that they were in a semi-public setting, he needed to do that right now. "Don't overstep your bounds too much there, Agent," Steve said over his shoulder as he went searching for a towel. He realized that the ass-slapping was some kind of weird male bonding ritual, but it could easily turn into something else. "But yeah, I can disguise myself. It'll be fine." A baseball cap and a lowered head usually got the job done.