Bucky doesn't really expect anything else. Maybe he'd bail Steve out of the awkward moment after, but if he lets the kid stew a bit, at least he knows something managed to sink into his thick skull. He's not all that bothered by the fact that Bucky goes right for the gutter to break things off. He's spent enough time with other soldiers that all it earns Bucky is the hand from his shoulder shifting to knuckle into the back of his head none too gently.

"I know you grow up handsome, but that seems a little narcissistic, don't you think?"

He doesn't get much further than that. There's the sound of something moving in Steve's room, and then Dodger comes barreling through the puppy door to greet the guest with no small amount of sniffing and jumping at his legs for pets. "You haven't met Dodger, have you?"