"That depends." He puts his hand at the small of her back again, leading her away from the woven art exhibit with a nod to the artist - his right hand, this time. "I have an idea or two, but I have to ask you something before I share them."

Bucky lets a hint of teasing enter his voice as he guides her through a swirl in the crowd, heading for a quieter spot at the far side of the street. "Think you're clear-headed enough to answer, or do you want to get something to eat first?"