[The wedding band is gone, but it hardly stops Zemo from unconsciously brushing a finger over where it used to rest, expression growing somber for a moment. His family will never be an easy topic, he thinks.]

You're one of the few who seem to care about that part of the story. Most focus on the evils... [He pauses, shrugging his shoulders.] Necessary as they may have been, I am hardly proud of the blood or pain I caused.

[But it had been for a good cause, in his opinion.

He lets out a soft chuckle at the reminder, ducking his head.]

I would hope so, yes. Although I am not certain offering to dance with me is quite a punishment of any kind.