"Who am I to turn down a free drink?" Natasha responds smoothly, smiling effortlessly. The look in her eyes is reserved though, a certain defensiveness that sits just under the surface.

It's nothing personal, but with older vampires, stronger vampires, she'd rather be paranoid than naive.

A little of her accent slips through as she continues. Not overwhelming, but identifiable. "Or the company—as long as I'm not distracting you from something more important?"