"Ma'am." She smirks at him a little. "That's a good start." And she reaches out and hooks her finger through a strand of his grey beads while they walk. "Tell me, how do you feel about strong women?" Which is not in any way an offer to tailor herself to his personal desires. Natasha knows what she's good at, and she can see a little raised alcove in the building across the way. Almost like a stage. Perfect.