"Peg you wound me." Though there was no real evidence of it, with the mirthful sparkle in his eye. Bucky had hoped for some form of a blush, but was glad, at the same time, that she hadn't. There was no need to call the challenge yet. He still had a month.
He slowly released her hand, and moved around the bar. "You know, I can read. I'm not just good at shooting guns and picking up dames." He teased. He looked over the many bottles. Looking for one he knew, or something that had 'scotch' on it. "Steve still a fan of the Peach Schnapps?"