"He'll refrain from asking questions for a bit if you ask him to." Natasha makes the point mildly, just offering it as something for him to think about. He's going to want to talk to Steve at some point. She figures she can help smooth out the road a bit. Getting on the bike behind him, she wraps her arms around his mid-section and leans against his back. The last time she'd been on a bike with him, she'd been facing backwards, firing a gun at the wheels of a car pursuing them. She smiles a little at the memory.

All things considered, touring a quiet town in coastal France is a better use of a motorcycle.

She points out a parking spot over his shoulder as they get closer to the center of town, and hops off the back of the bike once he's parked it. Smiling at him, she reaches up to touch the side of his face. It's easy to read between the lines. "I had a feeling we'd like being somewhere neither of us have been before. Wanna put your arm around me?" she offers impishly. "We can walk until we find something that smells good."