[She eyes her glass again and thinks, To hell with it, and takes another drink and it goes down smooth and warm and Bucky, do not call her out on when she starts to flush and turn the colour of her hair. It’ll just make her blush more.]

But I don’t have rotten taste in who I fancy. [She nods at him, grinning.] Obviously. So I don’t think you’ll need to punch anyone so much as threaten anyone. For… I don’t know, honour. Or whatever.