He is a charmer, and Natasha might be only a fraction of his age, but she's experienced enough to be more or less immune to it. Or perhaps not—there is something vaguely endearing about it. He doesn't set her heart aflutter or win a blush, but he does get a smile.

"You'll have to tell me for sure," she says, waving to the bar tender and ordering a gin and tonic. "Wild guess, but I have the feeling I'd have to pay a lot more than a penny for your thoughts."