Bucky couldn't imagine that place being anything but a bummer. He obviously couldn't remember what it felt like to be cryogenically frozen and kept in a tube for lengthy periods of time but he did remember stepping into it and the sound of the door shutting and sealing. He could remember those few seconds of being locked in before the process took place. It hadn't affected him any back then because he'd been an emotionless, living weapon but now it freaked him the hell out. That was only a few seconds; being locked in a prison underwater for a lengthy period of time had to be hell.
Having a trait being deemed attractive wasn't unappreciated, but it also just... wasn't something he was used to anymore. Bucky hadn't really even had much time to think about attraction, let alone feel it toward another person in so long. There'd been a brief period of time when he'd been spooked of the idea that part of him wasn't even functioning anymore -- because let's face it, it wouldn't be surprising if Zola had done something to the part of his brain that triggered in desire and attraction to further diminish his humanity. Thankfully he'd experienced some biological reactions in the past few years that proved otherwise. Thank God, the thought occurred to him then.
Even so, that wasn't something he'd really kept in the forefront of his mind in recent times so when it was brought up, it caught him a little off guard. The more it set in, however, he found himself kind of giving Clint a once over out of a once-thought-forgotten sort of reflex. And yeah, Barton was good looking. His humor was kind of attractive too, the more he learned of it.
Usually stone-faced, his eyebrows rose significantly. "What.. why?" He asked. "People sell this sort of thing?" Clint seemed highly amused by it. Bucky was still coming to grips with the fact that it existed. "Huh." He looked at it a little more closely. "Looks like you've slipped him the tongue, too. And he's getting a handful of, er, you."