"No, just..." Bucky frowned. "Don't be something you're not, for me. I... I'll manage." He struggled with the words, shaking his head slightly. He didn't want her to have to hide anything. Hell, he was the man with the metal arm. "You're fine. Honest."

"I... I don't know what demon you think you look like. To me, you look like one of those things out of mythology." And to him, those things weren't demons. "I... You, er... You're pretty."

Shaking his head, Bucky looked at anywhere but her. "So, the song..." His shoulders slump a little as he relaxes around her. "The song. I... I heard it. It was beautiful, but I didn't know where it was coming from," he murmured.