[Steve blinks, surprised by the... sorta-compliment? Or so that's how he'd accept it.]

Why thank you. Y'know, I kept up the breathin' thing for a while, a psychological hangover I heard it called, but after a point, I guess it faded. You smell nice yourself, if you're curious. Even got used to the arm's odd scent.

[He stretches his arms, and looks back at the assembled books. It occurred to him suddenly that Bucky might want to read on his own, or feel self-conscious about it with someone else around.]

Wellllllp, I best be headin' on out. Leave you to get to readin' and permit the Lady Vesta her space back. [He half bows in her direction.]