Sam took the soap - which smelled the same plain mint-issue as the shampoo nearly - and automatically started scrubbing at Rumlow's back without any further prompting needed. The hopeful tinge in his voice and all the more excuse to keep touching him was all that he really needed. Sure, he was softer all over (and part of Sam liked that) but there was still old whispers of all the muscle that was that he could feel.

He shook his head though, smirking back at Rumlow. "Oh no, I'll get it. But if I can't find you while someone else is asking me too, y'know," he shrugged. "Might just be too difficult." But the praise was kinda nice. A world's difference from the acidic assessment Rumlow threw out his way when he first showed up at his cell in the Hive.

As he moved down and listened Sam's light smirk thinned out into a frown. "No casualties," he lined out first. No matter how much he wasn't SHIELD's biggest fan, he didn't want people dead because of them. "If you can't stick to that and get out of the building then we're working together."

They might be anyway.