Bucky doesn’t feel compelled to look at her even when she finishes changing, but he does catch her touching her necklace in an attempt to remove it. “You won’t get it off. It’s part of the whole deal here. You get stuck with a thing that’ll choke you to death if you don’t have sex. So. Yeah. Sexual slavery. You got a better name for it?”

The question doesn’t really beg an answer.

“Don’t know if this is a story you’re ready to hear though,” is the reply he provides for her latest questions. His teeth clamp against his lip as his eyes search aimlessly for a moment, presumably for words, before he drifts toward the bed to take a seat. There aren’t many things in the way of comforts in the house, including seating beyond the stoop by the fireplace or the toilet in the bathing area, so the bed is his best bet. “Not that I think anyone is really ready for it, honestly.”