Natasha is observant, and sensitive. She notices. She doesn't linger over them, though; she knows something about scars. Instead, she focuses on petting him, her fingers working through the fur patiently, a smile playing around her lips.

The claws don't bother her much. She can ignore the little pinpricks, even laugh at them softly. They're proof that he's enjoying it, that long with the purring and the way his tail flicks around, the way his back arches.

"I don't think I've seen you this friendly before."