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The relief and contentment on Malthus' face; the way he looks like he has let out the breath that he's been holding back as he inhales the scent of Hilda—like his body's survival relies on breathing in her presence. And this is also paired with the initial shock on Hilda's end? The way her expression went from pure happiness and surprise that the saint came to her room, before contorting to a cry of relief as she was, yet again, assured that Malthus does indeed love her.

Then not even a few minutes later, Malthus says that he wanted to see her place—expressing his desire to know her more; to see Hilda's room not as a man that lines up to wait their turn, not as a saint of the conservative society that wants to chastise her, and not as a colonel that flashes her with gifts, but someone that wants to see the decorations of Hilda's sanctuary that wholly paints her. It was the moment that he found out about her favorite music box—one that she got when she was 15—and her love for jewelry and perfume

Definitely one of their most intimate scenes when you consider that this was the first time that Malthus willingly chose to be with her, and Hilda's first experience of a man coming inside her room with the purest intentions, even if it was to say good bye; even if it may be their last, he only longed to spend time with her.

Captain America: The Winter Soldier (2014)

Meanwhile Malthus is... I'm running out of synonyms for wet and pathetic and beautiful... Having an existential crisis and filling his back with self flagellation scars