Natasha would not be surprised to learn how Eames got his house, would even perhaps be more surprised if he'd come by it honesty. But vampires weren't known for their honest revenue streams either. She's not here to judge. No, she's here for something entirely more congenial.

She eats a bit, smiling, watching him through her lashes, and extends one leg under the table to nudge his ankle with her toe teasingly. Don't you wish you had a smaller table now.

"True enough for practical intents and purposes, at least."

Which is as true as Natasha ever bothers to aim for.