"You always liked seeing me in your shirt," Natasha banters back easily. He's got enough to sort through in his head. Some of her answers can stay light. And it's not like it's a hardship to flirt with him.

She tries not to let her own mind wander as she moves in to the dance. Despite her protests about footwear, she still moves gracefully, following his lead as they move slowly to the beat of the music. When his hand settles on her back, she lets one of her hands run up along his arm to rest on his shoulder.

And even though she's trying to stay out of her head, she must have gotten a bit lost anyway, because the quick kiss takes her by surprise. Her mouth curls in a half smile as she watches him hurry across the room. "Wow. Running across the room after you kiss someone. Bold move, James." She ambles across the room after him and sits back down in her chair. She's quiet for a moment as she teases out how she wants to phrase what she's going to say. "I'm glad you did that if you wanted to do it. But you don't have to if you think that's all I want from you. I'll have you around any way you come. With memories or without them." There's a glimmer of amusement in her eyes as she offers a cushion for the sentiment with a twist of dark, dry humor: "I'll be glad if we can stop shooting at each other, though."