Well, sounds like the women you know have good taste, then.
[There's something to how she says it, a whisper that catches on the edge of that double-innuendo. Something to how he says the words, like she knows it means more than surface level. Red Death was one of her many names, red always the color that echoed the most closely, even if her outfit was always black.
If he gave her his full name, she'd have been able to place him, but he wasn't the man that she knew. Which in her view would be a good thing when she was eventually confronted with the truth. The Rumlow- better known as Crossbones- that she knew was a thug, and not a particularly bright one, even if he did seem to be about as stubborn as a cockroach.
Of course, Rumlow not be able to pick up on it, but she was downplaying her physical strength more than a little. It was almost habit more than anything. She disliked when people pegged her as being something other than skill and determination. So she doesn't really put her back into it, not really. She doesn't play the gentle femininity card, because she feels like he's already read through that one too well. So instead, it's just- a woman that's good at using what strength she has.]
Not so sure about that one. But that should deep enough, don't you think?
[She's clearly ignoring their ghost-companion by this point, just eager to get this finished and shut him the Hell up. Hopefully for good. This is worse than having Lion trailing around after her. At least he'd been somewhat useful.]
no subject
[There's something to how she says it, a whisper that catches on the edge of that double-innuendo. Something to how he says the words, like she knows it means more than surface level. Red Death was one of her many names, red always the color that echoed the most closely, even if her outfit was always black.
If he gave her his full name, she'd have been able to place him, but he wasn't the man that she knew. Which in her view would be a good thing when she was eventually confronted with the truth. The Rumlow- better known as Crossbones- that she knew was a thug, and not a particularly bright one, even if he did seem to be about as stubborn as a cockroach.
Of course, Rumlow not be able to pick up on it, but she was downplaying her physical strength more than a little. It was almost habit more than anything. She disliked when people pegged her as being something other than skill and determination. So she doesn't really put her back into it, not really. She doesn't play the gentle femininity card, because she feels like he's already read through that one too well. So instead, it's just- a woman that's good at using what strength she has.]
Not so sure about that one. But that should deep enough, don't you think?
[She's clearly ignoring their ghost-companion by this point, just eager to get this finished and shut him the Hell up. Hopefully for good. This is worse than having Lion trailing around after her. At least he'd been somewhat useful.]