[Bucky is glad that there are few problems on their way. He's ready, though, even as he enjoys the company, the meal, and the conversation. His eyes are all over the place as they make their way into and through the Fire district.

And then... he's content to stand back, propping the wall, and not get in the way of discussing a craft he doesn't understand... as a craft.

Although he's sure listening, and his ears (and other parts) burn with both the frankness and the content of the talk. Damn but there are a lot of things that people do that he's never tried, even excluding the variety that shapeshifting offers - some things are just... not his to strive for, and he can recognize some of them.

... and then the Madame's eyes fall on him with the suggestion to use him as a learning aid, and he manages not to choke - barely - but he actually, genuinely blushes to the roots of his hair. And he is very, very grateful that neither Favrielle nor the madame require him to answer, right now, even if the redhead's eye promise that this isn't over.

They are all the way outside before he manages to find his voice again.]

So, ah. Where to next?