Natalie was supposed to be professional, she was only supposed to smoulder when the Boss walked in the door, but honestly? How could she resist toying with her favorite partner when there was nothing he could do.

After all, this had been her operation and Natasha was still certain that she was calling the shots.

She laughed, mirroring his actions, leaning forward on her own elbows as if they were sharing a secret, ironic that they were currently talking through riddles. "But not drinking it is impolite, and also, as you said, I need vast quantities to help me through this tough time." Her head tilted slowly, curls of red falling around her face before she straightened slowly, leaning back in her chair.

"Well Chris, maybe you just need to meet the right people."

And that innocent expression was right back on her face.