[That earns an honest laugh.] Are you kidding? Your beauty would stun ’em before they even hear you playing. They’d hire you for that, if not just. To the rest of us, your music is the real reward.

[Not that he isn't attracted to her regardless, but Bucky couldn't play a lute to save life.

He nods to her invitation, a tad surprised that she trusts him enough to invite him to her home, assuming she doesn't plan on gutting him as soon as he gets there anyway. But even then, there were worse deaths.]

Shall I cheer you on from the masses? Earn you some tips? [Goad the audience into paying attention, he means. That usually includes cheers, claps, and a maybe a catcall if he’s feeling particularly cheeky. It's only ever a facade though, as most of his actions tend to be.]