Natasha + John
"You say that as though I've never drunk room temperature vodka," Natasha replied dryly as she set her martini aside and grabbed another glass, then opened the bottle and poured a bit for herself. She used the excuse of drinking a bit of it to think over his words, then set her glass down and nodded a bit.
"More for her, I think. She knows that I died, so seeing me here...well. Resurrections aren't as common in my line of work as they might be in yours," she said lightly, a hint of a smirk on her lips as she watched him walk around to her. Even a few months ago, she might've shied away from this type of public displays of affection, but now? She was used to it, and liked the comfortable feeling it stirred in her.
His teasing earned him a soft laugh, and Natasha shook her head. "You could, yes. And that's a fair example." Sipping a little more vodka, Natasha looked over at him. "I'm really just glad she's here. Hopefully the hotel will keep her around a while." And that she could talk her sister into taking an earring.