"There's less of me to need to keep warm. Have you thought about amputation?" Bucky remarks wryly. Although considering what he'd done to his hand, he wouldn't recommend it out of the sheer inconvenience and the dull, lingering pain that outstays its welcome. Even if it's not that bad on his scale of things that hurt.

Making quick work of drying himself off, he drapes his towel around Zemo too so he has two layers now he can swathe himself in.

And the nice thing about being in a woman's body is, of course, the way Bucky doesn't hesitate to pick Zemo up in a bridal carry and bring him back upstairs to the bedroom. This he can understand is different, he doesn't carry Zemo anywhere. But this is also a one time offer - or at least until Zemo changes back - and he won't make a habit out of sweeping the baron off his feet and taxiing him around.

With his back turned towards the door he nudges it open backing into it with his butt before gently lowering Zemo onto the bed.

"Still cold?" Or is he going to have to fetch the hairdryer while Zemo spends a few minutes drying off and brushing his hair? It's a little odd to watch Zemo grooming even though Zemo normally does grooms himself plenty.