It's a little sad, it's true. The day is ending down and even if it's not the alps or Vegas or any number of other lavish locations they've been, it's one that Zemo direct want to see end. It's been... simple. They don't get simple often.

And it seems that they've reached at least some sort of decision about this marriage of theirs that is letting them both be cautiously hopeful. Happy, or as near to it as they will get.

Zemo huffs out a laugh at the declaration. "Ah, so you mean we won't just cuddle?"

It's flattering in a way. Bucky could be far too skittish to touch him like this, put off. Something. "I think you will like the swimsuit I chose, even if it ends up on the ground sooner rather than later."

There's a grin that graces his lips briefly after he's mostly managed to right himself. "But by all means, feel free to do all the casing you need. Wouldn't want you to miss something important."