'James' didn't outwardly react to the list of things that he had done, but a curl of pleasure that Steve could list them so plainly and easily had his weight shifting more to his heels subtly. "I think there is only one 'nice' one on that list," he pointed out, though Steve had really hunted him just as much. "I thought the bodies in front of a national monument was a clear message to Hydra agents." Especially the lounging part, letting them know the cat was out of the bag so to speak.

He tilted his head at the name, considering it before he finally shrugged. "You may call me whatever you want." Taking a name for himself was something that came with a set identity, and he realized the opening a moment later. "What do you want to call me?"