Natasha snorts at that, her smile taking on a more genuinely amused edge. She almost sounds teasing. "With a face like that, I don't think you need to learn to play the guitar to bring the girls."

She's not blind.

Her smile falters a little then. One of the lessons she learned from being a spy was not to try too hard to make people believe you, not to let it get to her when they didn't. That kind of anxiety was a good way to end up dead.

"I don't blame you if you don't believe me. You don't have a whole lot of reason to." And while she is telling the truth, she's done more than enough in her time to warrant some suspicion. "You asked. I had to make sure you got your money's worth."