Natasha takes his hand, not entirely surprised when he doesn't seem interested in shaking it. He's not the first vampire to hold onto the manners of an earlier time, and she's experienced enough to adapt to that—not to be uncomfortable, despite the fact she's not the kind of lady who gets her hands kissed or has men throw their coats down for her to keep her from having to walk through mud.

"Hopefully I'm not interrupting your evening," she says, her eyebrow quirking up either in concern, or in response to his manners.