"Concerts." Bucky has been to a few, while on missions. Once, the music made him cry, he still does not know why because it had been a cheerful song. "Do. Do a lot of people come to yours?"

He moves with a surprisingly easy grace, and as they reach the edge of the dance floor, he puts both of his hands on her waist and lifts her up to spin her back into the center. "You are enjoying this."