"Oh excellent." He'll solve the problem of what Bucky likes later- all Molly has to hear is that he's reserved and mysterious and his interest is piqued. That's always the sort of person one such as he needs to inflict himself upon.

"That makes this easier." And with that, Molly cups one hand around his mouth and calls out, "Oi! Shout if you think you have the finest pastries on this bloody street."

There's a definite pause as everyone tries to process what just happened but it's broken by a woman's voice down the block yelling 'ME! IT'S ME!' before anyone else can interject. "And we have our winner! Come along, then."

Yes, that is how he gets what he wants- by yelling it. Welcome to a strange new way of doing things, Sansa.