Natasha can't help but smile a bit, watching as he looks down at his plate. He's got this...contemplative sort of charm that he doesn't seem to even recognize as charming. She's not entirely sure he recognizes many or even any of his positive traits.

"Well, you figured right," she answers. Her gaze is thoughtful, like she's trying to decide whether it'll put him at ease or not if she continues. She's curious enough to find out how it lands. "And I enjoy spending time with you, so I'm glad you figured right and acted on it."