Natasha answers his question with a wink. Which does absolutely nothing to actually answer the question, but does let them continue to feel their way around the kind of flirting they're both comfortable with. When she rejoins him, she murmurs a thanks and pulls the mug of coffee towards her, just enjoying the smell of it as it wafts in the room.

"Did you?" she asks, interested. She watches him over the rim of the mug as she takes a careful sip so she won't burn her tongue. It tastes good. "What was it? The high level points are that he's adjusting. I have him chasing a fake trail from Romania to Bulgaria in case anyone's following him to look for you."