"Relax." Natasha insists with a tone that hints at light-hearted whimsy, a hand reaching out for his arm in a personal gesture. "I didn't come here for one of those conversations."

Straightening up after, she tries her best to appear as though she's a fragile girl. Her gaze averts his own mostly, but she does look up every few seconds only to duck back down.

"I had a rough time in the arena and thought maybe I could relax a little tonight? My stylist suggested I try to find a date and you were the first one to come to my mind. You know all of the best spots, don't you?"