Natasha meets his gaze with a look of her own that seems to say obviously. She can't help but laugh a little to herself as he squeezes her hand, leaning in so her shoulder bumps against his arm as they walk. She can feel him relaxing a bit and she's glad. It can be hard to re-learn trusting your instincts.

She's smiling as he recounts his memories of Dusseldorf, letting go of his hand for a moment so she can run her hand over his back as they walk. "Oh I'm sure you have no idea how that powdered sugar got there. Or how it got off." Her head tips toward him as she responds to that hungry look with a wink.

"It was a nice night. I always liked getting breakfast food when we were together. You always looked happy to have an excuse to eat something sweet."