That wasn't much of an argument, making Tony pout after processing what Bucky was trying to tell him and mutter, "You can cut hair." It wasn't like he was keeping up with the grooming habits of everyone in town. That would be weird and creepy. All of the pictures he had of them were for other reasons entirely.

Any hint of that pouting was gone the moment Bucky just came out and offered a fantasy opportunity. At first, Tony's eyes brightened with enthusiasm, only for him to shrink back just as malleably with an anxious glance over his shoulder and looking like he might just close the door in Bucky's face. As far as Tony would describe it, he had gotten his hands on that arm well beyond what either of them deserved, and with an uncharacteristic hesitance he found his voice, "I've been known to overindulge. If you're sure you want to be an enabler." He tilted his head with the question, are you sure?, searching Bucky's face for some awareness that Tony shouldn't be trusted.