Bucky liked things about him? That feeling fluttered again in his chest. If he was brave, this would have been a moment when he'd go in for a kiss. But he wasn't that brave, and he wasn't sure how soon was too soon in this situation where they'd all been kidnapped and thrown together.

He blinked a few times when Bucky spoke again, taking a moment to process that and let it sink in. "Huh? Oh. You'd--" he had a feeling this had something to do with trust, maybe. "I'd love to. I mean, I'm not much of an artist, but...yeah."