"Only over the Network," Zemo spoke, moving however Bucky needed him to in order to wipe the blood away, "Not in person yet."
It was difficult to tell what sort of mood Sam had been in through the computer, but from what he could tell, he really hadn't been all that bothered by Zemo's presence. A nuisance, he had called him. There were far worse things he could have said. Regardless, the baron had meant what he had told Sam. He was happy to see him, even if the feeling wasn't entirely mutual.
"Are you going to tell him? About us?"
Not that there was really all that much to say. They were involved, in some form or fashion. Zemo didn't really care who else knew. He wasn't going to try to hide the fact that he liked to kiss the Winter Soldier, but he wasn't going to shout it from the rooftops, either. After all, Zemo was a private man and didn't particularly enjoy others knowing his personal business.
Sam, though -- Sam was different. Zemo would almost consider Sam a friend and Zemo didn't want to cause a rift between the two. "I'm sure he'd rather hear it from you than the rumor mill, but I would also understand if you wanted to keep it from him."