Leonard Snart and Rogue
Rogue often hated the peanut gallery in her head. They had a running commentary on how she should really flirt more and stop being so cautious. If she could punch them without punching herself, she'd have done so already. Instead she offered him a tilt of her head.
"Indeed." The word slowly spoken as various voices took it one way, others another. Rogues impish smile meant she'd taken it as an amusing thought. She was mad she'd blushed and even let the edge out. She returned to her breakfast, acutely aware of each movement before laying her utensils down.
"That sounds like s lovely adventure." She'd clean up her plate, pick up her flowers with a moment to take their scent in, before letting him escort her out to see what else they could fit into the day.