Distracted from the toys (he was easily distracted when there was a beautiful gal on his arm), Bucky looked over at Diana and gave a half-smile, his eyes lighting up. "Dancing, huh? That's definitely more my style, too. We should go, sometime," he added with a charming, full grin, that just promised mischief and a very good time. It wasn't innuendo, though - although he could mean it like that as well - Bucky just honestly enjoyed dancing. Especially swing-dancing.

"Course yer classy," he added with a negligent wave of his hand, as if it were obvious. "Anyone can see that, no matter what kinda things you enjoy." She may be dressed differently than anyone he'd encountered before, but her poise and bearing spoke of being raised in refinement; there was also something in her speech, the way she chose the words she did, that spoke of class.