That she didn't immediately turn to look elsewhere was also something he hadn't expected, though perhaps he should have. The way she seemed to regard him was different than how most did, and just as he had searched her eyes he could tell she was trying to find something in his as well. That had been part of why he'd broken away, honestly, yet he'd found himself looking at her soon enough again anyway.

She probably meant for the handful of traits she'd recited to be flattering, but Bucky didn't feel much of a reaction toward them. Of course he was those things. If he hadn't been he would have died decades ago. That she had put an inquisitive spin on rather he could aim or not was what garnered a reaction, but not an audible one. Just a look that could easily be interpreted as confirmation. Did he really want to make that deal though? For some reason or another part of him almost wanted to, but not just because she'd leave him be when all was said and done. He wasn't sure what that reason was.

His lips involuntarily pulled taut for just a second when she wouldn't even take the ball back. She wasn't giving him much of a choice, was she?

"I'll do it on one condition." He gave the target a quick glance. "Tell me the name of the girl I'm winning this for."