[Natasha smiles, watching as he opens the bottle, pouring it into the glasses that she'd picked up. She'd never lived on the streets, but the Red Room had not been a kind place, made the girls grasping and hungry. Stealing was something they had all picked up. They hoarded food and stolen luxuries, and sharing it was the kindest gesture there was between friends. It wasn't just about the bottle of wine; there were reasons she'd sooner steal him another. She didn't expect him to understand and she probably wouldn't have done it if she thought he would, but Natasha is a woman where the small things always mean something.
She listens, casual and easy with a vague touch of amusement- up until he mentioned honesty. There's that gleam in his eyes and she looks away, just for a moment. Because oh, she gets the implication there. Because she didn't know how to help it with her fingers around his throat, blood on her skin, the taste on her lips. And he was too sharp to miss that.
It only takes her a moment to reassemble that easy smile, however, even if it doesn't take the thought of it away. Her expression Casual and easy and like he doesn't touch her.] I won't tell a soul. So, there's some prejudice amoung family lines? [Easier to talk about. And isn't that what she was attempting here?]
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She listens, casual and easy with a vague touch of amusement- up until he mentioned honesty. There's that gleam in his eyes and she looks away, just for a moment. Because oh, she gets the implication there. Because she didn't know how to help it with her fingers around his throat, blood on her skin, the taste on her lips. And he was too sharp to miss that.
It only takes her a moment to reassemble that easy smile, however, even if it doesn't take the thought of it away. Her expression Casual and easy and like he doesn't touch her.] I won't tell a soul. So, there's some prejudice amoung family lines? [Easier to talk about. And isn't that what she was attempting here?]