Rogue and Snart
"Sounds like a better way to spend one's evening. Breaking bones and taking names." Which was how many of his days had gone for much of his life. Eighty percent of it anyway.
The blush was not lost on him and the corner of his mouth twitched into something of a smile. It was small, still borderline smirk, but it had something else behind it. Something that made him want to gently twist that strand of hair around his fingertips.
"Must be quite the lucky someone to have caught your attention," he commented, lifting his chin a bit as he did. Was that a tone of jealousy? A little bit.