Swann winces ever so slightly at his word choice, but takes the final drink from her glass anyway and sends it off. Her mouth quirks up and she taps her index finger against her cheekbone.

"It'd be a bloodbath worthy of the Cornucopia and you know it, Jason," she says, teasingly. "And if I had to place a bet between you and Lady Cerise in a fight for Bucky Barnes, my money's on her."

She watches him work with his cigarette -- she's never been a smoker, so it's marginally interesting. "You're going to shorten your life with that thing, you know."