"Don't we all." But John was pretty damned good at it for a guy who tried avoiding it. Then again, most everyone else he knew was a hell of a lot better at it than he was. Probably why they'd all ended up dead.
Natasha was a goddamned professional when it came to flirting. Most folks weren't that good without a hell of a lot of practice, but it didn't mean John wasn't sort of swept up by it anyway. He chewed his own bottom lip as he watched her savor the strawberry, rubbed his thumb teasingly over her bottom lip when it was gone. Wouldn't want to make a mess.
"Got a feel for the place," he decided on. "Made a few rounds. Met a few locals." Talked to a demon, an angel, the devil. Normal stuff, really. "There something I was meant to see?"