Bucky is getting more and more used to their casual displays of magic, but it's still a bit of a surprise when the clothes that she's wearing suddenly shift into something dressier, something undeniably sexy, and Bucky stares for a moment before snapping his mouth shut. He's pretty certain that Sylvie could make a potato sack look good, so maybe he's a little biased. Or she's just that beautiful. It's probably the latter.

"Stunning," he assures her, smiling as he leads her over to the waiting car and opens the back door for her. Once they're both in the car and Bucky lets the driver know to continue, he reaches over and touches the cuff of Sylvie's sleeve, rubbing the soft material between his thumb and forefinger. "I see that you've made yourself very soft and touchable," he murmurs quietly, tugging at her sleeve and then touching his fingertips to the velvet covering her knee. "How am I to be expected to keep my hands to myself?"