She may not have attempted to go for the blood, but the temptation was there - and it was fierce enough that she was finding it difficult to focus on his words rather than how good he smelled and the fact that she could almost taste his blood because it was just so close.
"A slightly different perspective," she repeated dryly, focusing on that even though right now her emotions wanted to run as wild as her bloodlust. If she hadn't spent the largest part of her life keeping a tight leash on them, she probably would've already given in to her urges by now, especially with John standing so very close to her. Never let them take your heart - those words from Melina came back to her now, and she closed her eyes tightly for a moment, then reopened them as he tugged her up.
"Under the right circumstances, I wouldn't be too sure of that." But she agreed about it not being safe where they were, and now...she still burned with anger at what happened to her sister, but killing the vampires had helped - a little. "The hotel has blood," Natasha remembered. "That other refrigerator. It has blood when there are vampires there." Her eyes met John's then, and it was a struggle not to step closer for just one little lick.