Frank had seen the look the woman was giving him before she moved over to join him. It was a look of interest but, Frank would wager, it was of the professional kind. Women (or men, or anyone for that matter) didn't look at him fondly. And he wasn't stupid, he knew a good lot of people here had come from New York, the odds were they'd at least seen his photo at one point or another.
Which meant that Frank was slightly thrown by the question that was directed at him as soon as his new drinking partner had sat herself beside him.
"You don't beat around the bush, huh?" he asked with an amused little smile. Still, his fingers dropped back to the table. He didn't need any reminders to not start a fight when he was with company. Female company. Frank couldn't hit a woman. "Yeah. Wedding ring." He swirled his coffee gently, looking Natasha up and down before holding out his hand.