Quaint was the kind of word that Pierce would use to fit in with the social elite, and Rumlow might have the vocabulary to make the same kind of talk... but he had to work on it. He supposed that it would have gone better to show a man's social status better without the similar danger sense that he got off the man, like a single wrong move was going to make him wish there were more people in here to use as body shields.

He raised an eyebrow, glancing over the man carefully again, mostly hands. "No, after that long, I don't suppose there is. Knowing how to take someone apart is also a great way to know how to build them back up," he drawled, the corner of his lip rising slightly. Maybe he could be called doctor for his own skills on the matter.

"Ex-military." Which was truth but not all of it.