"Aaah, yes. I told Sara the same thing. There's no place for a bleeding heart here." eyes sliding shut, his expression softens just a little, full lips stretching into the faintest smile. "I know someone like him." the thief says and then shakes his head and drowns the smile with a sip of his drink.
Bucky hears the subtle shift in tone, a note entering the thief's voice that sounds suspiciously like the very sentiment Len had decried just a moment ago. He turns his head enough to look at the other man peripherally without a direct stare, his brows furrowing thoughtfully before he snorts and turns back to his drink, swirling the remnants of the liquid around the bottom of the glass.
"Yeah? Sounds like a royal pain in the ass." He downs the rest of the whiskey and sets down the glass. "Just wanna lock 'em up for their own damn good till the job gets done."
He frowns, an idea starting to take shape in his head.