A disguise isn't the issue. It is invading his mind without the scepter. It means I need him to agree to it. Or at least be asleep. I can do it if he's asleep to not move.

[ Looking back to Natasha. The wheels turning as he slapped a hand down on the table.]

I have an idea! [ That smirk finally returning, less devious but just as amused. Reaching over to take a drink from the glass she had given him as he sat back.]

We are going to find him and trick him into thinking we are Jane and Darcy, the two he trusts most. Get him drunk enough to slip a sleeping draft into a drink and get him back to his flat. I can fix his mind there. I will bring you as well, obviously, so that you can make sure it does not go off the rails.

I've done this before, but not for these reasons. [ Yet, he didn't offer that tale. ]