"Thank you," Natasha says with a wry nod of her head, acknowledging the importance of invitation for their kind. She does notice his wariness, but at first blush she's willing to accept it as Joscelin's characteristic moods. It's not as though he's often welcoming, and never warm.

"It's not a bad time, is it? I had the night free, and I you had promised me a game...?"