"I'm surprised, if Stark's here, that he doesn't have this place stocked up on topshelf." He knew the other man's reputation. Almost admired it.
Bucky chuckled as her lips graced his knuckles, it evolved to a roll of laughter when she complemented his skin. "Yeah, the dames seem to like it." He shifted gears on her, drawing her hand up to his lips this time. Though rather than grace her knuckles, he turned it palm up. No one ever said he wasn't daring, he pressed his lips against the center of her palm, lingering for only a moment. She wasn't like the others, so he had to wonder what such a fresh move do. Knowing with the more frigid it would have earned him a hearty slap.