Natasha tilts her head, her her eyes assessing behind a stoic face. She would never for a moment entertain the notion that Cesare doesn't know exactly what he's doing, and it's a dominance play that she finds she has less patience for than she expected. This kind of game is common within nests, but outside of them, and with Jean-Claude now in power, she finds her stamina on short supply.
It's not that she can't see the reasons to play along.
It's that he called her here to specifically to put her off balance, to make her uncomfortable by alluding to the fact he'd learned about her past and saw it as shameful, and now he postures as though he is the injured party. As though he is in need of reassurance. As though she's a puppy who will rush to show her belly and lick his fingers if she's scolded.
After a brief moment, she leans toward him slightly, the angle of her chin just short of defiant.
"If you know about me, you ought to know that I never betray my friends," she says it evenly and with a cold certainty that dares him to contradict her. "As long as we're friends, you don't have anything to worry about. So you tell me, does this conversation seem friendly to you?"
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It's not that she can't see the reasons to play along.
It's that he called her here to specifically to put her off balance, to make her uncomfortable by alluding to the fact he'd learned about her past and saw it as shameful, and now he postures as though he is the injured party. As though he is in need of reassurance. As though she's a puppy who will rush to show her belly and lick his fingers if she's scolded.
After a brief moment, she leans toward him slightly, the angle of her chin just short of defiant.
"If you know about me, you ought to know that I never betray my friends," she says it evenly and with a cold certainty that dares him to contradict her. "As long as we're friends, you don't have anything to worry about. So you tell me, does this conversation seem friendly to you?"