He stopped his movement and set himself up putting his arms up. He wasn't afraid only waiting. "Ah the black widow. One of the red rooms finest come to stop me. I'm flattered I must say." He spoke out to her. He was going to try and get her talking stall her long enough. she sounded as beautiful as she was. Clearly a testament to her many skill sets. "there is a party going on in the main house. Shall I go and get you a drink perhaps?" His house was filled with all the worlds gun runners, slavers and weaponers but the black widow chose to pay him a visit. "I have fine Russian vodka for you if you wish"