She doesn't lean back and rests her hands against the bedsheets. She wishes she would. If she did, that'd mean she can relax, but she leans forward and digs her hands into the bed beside her thighs. She'd rather be bowed toward Bucky than lean away from him.

While she likes the fact he asks, it gives her too much to think about. And Wanda tends to spend more time in her head than anywhere else, keeping to herself in the fear of responding to something that had been a thought rather than a spoken word.

"It's fine," she answers quietly. If she doesn't do it now, she might not do it later, and Wanda doesn't particularly want to lose her nerve. Being around Bucky has quickly taught her that he's perceptive. She's unsure if that's him or if it had been something he'd learned in the army that had been abused by HYDRA. She supposes being a sniper requires a keen eye and an intense focus. He sees things about her that she thought she'd hidden well enough from plain view.

She's already felt half-naked around him with each and every perception he notes to her, but there's a difference between emotional nakedness and her being half-naked and just in her panties in front of him.

"But don't rip it," she says, although she doesn't sound stern at all. "I like this dress."