Silently he picks up his own glass and finishes it before crushing it calmly in his hand. It crumples like paper, the shards digging into his skin and creating deep lacerations in his palm. It's a detached, low-key move, one that wouldn't draw too much attention unless someone were already looking and knew exactly what they were seeing. He holds out his hand for Natasha to see and it heals almost instantly, skin threading back together apart from in a small place where a fragment still remains. He casually pulls it out and puts it on a napkin as he speaks.

"There are some things that are integral to our being. A body craves for a reason. We both know that you are harming yourself. You cannot undo what has happened to you. Any thought as to some broken concept of morality is a long defunct. You have been given an opportunity and I suggest you do not throw it away."