[Zemo almost finds himself missing Bucky's weight and heat over him when he rolls to his back, but he doesn't quite chase after him right away. He folds an arm behind his head to pillow it, looking over at the other man.]

Face up, James. [He wants to see his reaction, even if it makes everything so much more intimate than they likely should be. A bit late to worry about that.

He rolls to his side, lips curling up in amusement.]

You weren't prepared at all, were you? I suppose that answers whether or not you've been with anyone else.

[Not that it's any of his business, really.]

I may have picked up more than just alcohol on my way over, James, after all those texts you sent.

[He didn't want to come unprepared, that's all, especially when Bucky seemed rather determined to get into his trousers tonight.]

Of course, it's in my coat that we discarded at your bar, I believe.