Barnes surveys him with something akin to amusement; those aren't exactly black and white promises, but maybe that's better. That's far more honest than a definite, especially when it comes to snoring. You don't know if you're asleep, do you? After a beat, he shrugs a shoulder and wryly says, "That'll work, I guess."

He pushes off the doorway with casual ease, and nods his head toward the hall from which he'd just come.

"Anyone give you the tour yet? I can show you around - best place to shower and who you shouldn't piss off." Particularly the latter, not out of any real place of philanthropy but because he doesn't want any dudes hovering around his cell waiting for a good time to shiv his new bunkie. Screaming's god damn terrible for your beauty rest, and sleep is the one thing Bucky feels like he can still enjoy in here. If he could pass his time in a god damn coma he might just sign up for it.