Bucky gives her a slightly scandalized look, only because he's never had such an offer. Not from a woman, anyway. Most of his previous encounters with men took place in seedy alleys or back rooms, where shame and frustration almost overshadowed whatever pleasure he felt. Alleys are where he got his itches scratched, where he scored a fix when the need became too great to ignore.

"You deserve better than that," Bucky tells her sincerely, lifting his good hand from her backside to frame her face, fingers sliding into her hair. Then he can't help but to chuckle at himself, shaking his head a little shyly as he tucks her hair behind her ear. "I've had sex in alleys," he tries to explain, hoping that she'll understand what he means. "I never came out of it feeling particularly good."