Agent Phil Coulson

"I think you're a little biased," she said with a grin, taking the mug and leaning in to kiss him, slowly and thoroughly. She let herself feel her own little thrill of pleasure, knowing that he meant that, and he wasn't just saying it to either get more of what he'd already had, or because he was a lech.

Though, it didn't hurt to know that costumed or street clothes, he noticed how she looked at all.