Evie's already willing to wave the discussion away. Finish her glass, go to the theater. But they can talk about it.

As she speaks, Evie sets her glass down on the coffee table, and extends her own hand to rest on Natasha's knee. It's the first time she's heard this, and though it's remarkably similar to her own story, she'd still had others. She'd had Henry.

"I understand," she says after a moment, letting her thumb trace small circles on Nat's knee. "I've been surprisingly single, as well. Dating was complicated- mind you, thousands of Assassin's have gotten married, had children, but when I was turned, I was a bit of a special case. Even so, I'm a bloody Victorian." She's become increasingly cavalier in her attitude toward sex, however.

"I think we're learning together, to be in a relationship. And I want to share that with you, trials and tribulations all. We're a unique pair, and I think that's why we work so well."