He admitted that he was a bit surprised that they made it to Steve's apartment without having to actually stop and make out a bit. He was impressed with the super-soldier's self control or at least stubborn will to get to the designated objective without faltering too much at the handle bars. There wasn't even that many wobbles of the Harley that someone might consider a bit of a close call.

Rumlow actually had a bit of trouble climbing off of the bike because he was also so hard and being the shorter of the two, it was a close call not stumbling when he rubbed his tented trousers too much on climbing off. He still flashed Steve a confident smirk and wink, and he swaggered (well, sort of) to the elevator because he was, for once, refusing the stairs much like Steve.

Once the elevator arrived though, his hands sought out Steve again, cupping the other man's ass and leaning in to nip at any exposed skin he could find, which was mostly Steve's arms and just above the super-soldier's shirt neck. "Heh, am I sleeping on the couch tonight, Rogers?"