His laugh rings clear and sharp, cutting through the quiet air of the Garden.

"Such confidence!" He takes a step closer to Natasha, staring directly into her eyes as he reaches out to brush a stray strand of hair back into place. He slips into a hushed tone, "I would like to see you try. You cant possibly protect everyone."

He's referring more to the Cetagandans themselves than any exotic, but he leaves plenty of room for ambiguity.