Under the table and out of his sight, she slipped a gun from her boot and had it aimed at him, ready to shoot if he made any move to try and harm her. While her body seemed relaxed, even easy, she had subtly begun to tense, already coming up with several ways to dispatch him if she needed to. Finally he spoke, and Natasha arched a brow when he actually took her hand, then flashed a smile at the harder grip and the threat.
Her free hand slipped the gun back into her boot, safety on again, and she used his grip on her hand to tug him towards her, into the table. "Good. Neither will I, Loki," she told him sincerely, before sitting back again. She picked up her coffee with her other hand and lifted it to drink some more, waiting for him to let her go. "So tell me your story."