It wasn't even that she wanted to hide it, she wasn't proud or happy about any part of her upbringing. However there was still a disturbed part of her that enjoyed her past to some extent. That's what she wanted to hide. The fact that even when Natalia took the reigns Natasha had still enjoyed the rush of blood, the wet heat and the thrill of watching someone die by your hands. It was those thoughts that reminded her to keep her mouth shut because people wouldn't understand and helping them connect the dots to her own pleasure would be too much.

Natasha smiled, half caught out of her own thoughts. This is what made them work, the fact they were both in ways so broken and damaged and that they had to change to work as well as they did. She simply bumped his shoulder again, finding her other boot and tugging it on, wincing at the pain in her muscle from the jolt.

She stood quickly, took a few unsteady steps towards the bag to find a jacket, laughing in her general melodic tune. "That's the biggest lie I've ever heard. Hell, if we had more time I'd be going for round two right now" She cocked her head to give him an innocent look over her shoulder, bending only slightly to buckle her boots, giving him the same 'show' he'd gave her albeit with more clothes on.
"I would suffocate you with the pillow. Also if, whatever this is, is going to work we have to be more discrete."