Honestly, Sam's pretty easy to live with. There's still enough military in him that he likes to keep things clean and usually picks up after himself, but not enough that he's a stickler about it. After a couple of years in the Avengers compound, Sam's adjusted to living with other people enough to go with the flow. And he likes having someone else around, to fill the silence and to shove food off on when he feels like cooking.

He raises an eyebrow at the smoking, but doesn't quite comment on it yet, instead dropping down into the chair next to the couch, sprawling comfortably and letting one arm drape over the back.

"How're you liking it here so far, huh?"