I somehow doubt she's the type... [She's clearly got her eyes on an entirely separate prize from what he can observe. Besides, his own attention is perhaps a bit too focused on the man in front of him.

He reaches up to gently grasp Bucky by the chin after a bit of consideration, guiding him down to a proper kiss.]

Besides, your time is what I want if I'm not to sit in a cell alone for the rest of my life. Wasting my freedom with someone else seems a waste of time.

[Even if he is more of a convenience for Bucky -- someone that is far too knowledgeable about what and who he is, someone he doesn't have to try to be normal for.

One day, he'll want something normal -- Zemo has little doubt of that. But for right now, he'll selfishly indulge in... whatever this is.]