Sam smirked and shook his head. "Don't tempt them, for all you know, gold teeth will become the new rage and they'll jump on the chance to accessorize the hell out of you."
Sam leaned back in his chair and shrugged a shoulder. "You're the second person to say that to me recently, you know. About keeping tabs. Kind of depressing actually. Not why I got into this job, sure as hell not how I go about doing it. Definitely not how I want to be perceived." He sighed, rubbing at his jaw. "Just don't know what to do about it." He narrowed his eyes at Bucky. "I'm plenty smart, thanks. And no thanks on the rocks. Man, I have had my fill of the colors grey, light grey, dark grey, marbled grey and speckled grey." It was a damn shame it was one of the colors that looked good on him.
"Hmmm. Migraines a problem a lot of the time? Or you just go around sniffing burlap for the fun of it?" Sam asked casually.