"You can ask if you want." Natasha gives the answer in a way that makes it sound like she'd be entertained if he did, all banked humor. It's also clear that she's not going to give anything away herself. One of the things that she likes this bar - and the reason she goes back, brings people there - is because the regulars truly just do not give a shit who she is or who she brings.

And she knows they appreciate the time she averted a robbery by kicking the would be robber in the face.

She notices the way he positions himself as they walk down the sidewalk and smiles to herself, playing along as her hand tucks into the crook of his arm the same way she'd done on New Years. It's his metal arm beneath the layers, but there's no hesitation. "Traded in from the bike, huh?" she asks as they approach his car.