"Only if you do the same," she murmurs. It might sound silly now since all she's doing is sitting in his lap, but Wanda intends for Bucky to understand and accept that there's a possibility he might want to stop. For whatever reason. She wants to be self-deprecating enough to believe it'll be because he's not into it, but she's too distracted by his hand on her knee to really feed the thought.

"And you're such a caveman," she says with a sigh. She wants to relax. She wants to be as relaxed as she's come to be with him, easily letting her guard down and poking fun at someone who could possibly kill her within seconds. But she's aware of his hand on her knee and what that means, and all she can do is sit tensely despite not wanting to.

As a distraction, she looks at his hand on her knee and glides the nails of her right hand down his arm before tracing what she can of his fingers.

"I doubt you can carry me up the stairs over your shoulder. You look frail, old man." Her words lack the usual heat and sharp challenge, but she thinks he'll see the gauntlet for what it is. She doesn't wish to be passive, even if she's letting him lead this dance and he's giving her the grace to step on his feet a number of times.

Wanda shifts her left leg in an effort to get comfortable and in a tiny attempt to goad his left hand onto her skin.