"The truth is always a matter of circumstance." She shrugs, not really arguing but not agreeing either. Maybe he shouldn't feel safe, but he was safer than he was. For Natasha, that counted for true enough.

At his invitation, she pushes away from the bar and hops onto the stool. The way she moves is a little off, lingering bloodlust making each motion somehow a little too smooth.

"You didn't look like you wanted company," she says. Normally there'd be more humor in her voice, but it's failing her just now. "Does this mean you're offering to be a distraction?"