Bucky hefted the duffle, shouldering it easily. Even as werewolves go, he was considered strong. His own bloodline, he supposed. It didn't matter. There wasn't any good reason for him to make her carry it.

Besides, his ma would come back from the grave to scold him for being a gentleman.

"Anything else you need to while we're here?" Bucky asked as he cast another glance around the apartment. He sniffs discreetly. "No cat?"

Joking as he said it. Among other reasons, he'd know immediately if there was another living creature in the flat. Still, the idea of this sleek, stylish vampire having a pet was unimaginable.