Sometimes when Natasha thought about her life in Preya, she was a little bemused. What had started out as either a retirement or a vacation had changed into her becoming a police detective and the head of some kind of supernatural task force, occasionally making sure Hulk didn't destroy half the beach, checking in with Tony Stark, sleeping with the devil...and now, sleeping with a supposed magician.
She really shouldn't have been all that surprised, in the long run.
Natasha didn't have anything else planned for the night, and so heading to Constantine's wasn't that far off the beaten path for her. When she made it, she considered knocking, but after a moment Natasha decided to walk on in. After stepping into his place, she set her motorcycle helmet on the floor by the door, then followed the sounds to the kitchen, only to pause and smirk as she leaned against the doorjamb.
"Figured you'd know your way around a knife better than that."