"Even better. I prefer my sex without outside influences even if this place keeps trying to drug me. I'm Bucky. I figure we should trade names before we get naked. It's only polite."

Maybe he isn't the same man he was back in 1943 but that man is still down there, deep down, and while casual sex is a thing in the modern world, he prefers a warm-up. This place doesn't believe in warm-ups, though, so he's going to have to settle with being as polite as he can be before he gets his hands all over someone else's skin. This woman is beautiful, with dark hair and eyes full of mischief. She's the type he'd have been dying to get a date with before the war and maybe that's also a good thing, a sign that these dumb gods here are looking out for him to at least give him someone he's attracted to.

"And I'm nothing if not polite."