Natasha's been in the game long enough that she can read between the lines. Moreover, she's finding that she still knows him well enough to tell when he's telling a piece of the truth behind the cover. It's a nice balance. There's a hint of a smirk at the corner of her mouth when he mentions that the Frenchmen he knew were womanizers. "Oh, I'm sure they were the only ones," she teases.

She leans easily into him as his arm drapes around her shoulders, taking a bite from her pastry as she listens to him. She can't help but laugh a little, tipping her head to look over at him when it becomes apparent that he's uncovered a memory. "All that sneaking around," she reminisces. "Having you show up at my window at night was the only good part of having to live in Ohio."