Natasha/James
That got a look. His head tilted, watching her a little curiously while trying not too laugh too loud - their conversation was their own, after all. His right hand had slid up to hold the small of her back while his left stayed with a loose grip on her waist. "Why would you say something like that when you're going to want to stay at the party and I'm trying to be good," still smiling, but the words were low and warm next to her ear. It had been decades since he'd smelled her hair, and admittedly it was difficult to not be weird about it while he was leaned in close like that. She still smelled like gun oil and currents after all these years, even in another world, nothing had felt more like home to James than being able to remember that.
He just had a feeling about her getting all dressed up like she did, it wasn't for him, it was to be out. Natalia had never been someone to do something half done, so if there was a party, she was going to look the part. And while it wasn't for him, James could, and did, enjoy watching how lit up she was, how she smiled while the both of them moved easily in step across the floor. This was not supposed to be happening in any time across any room on whatever world, but it was, and he was going to keep this for as long as the waking world was stuck with him. The way the lights played on her hair, how her dress was beautiful but not nearly as much so as the green of her eyes, that he got to see now so close. How her skin was still soft, how easy it was to fit his arms around her. Time had passed, but there were things that felt like nothing had changed at all.
Listening to what she'd said, finally he'd pulled away from so close. Their bodies still swaying easily in time with the music, gliding across and around people like they weren't there at all in the first place. The hurt in the things that she said, she wasn't wrong. The smile fading just a touch, his left hand moving around from holding her to be drawn up, running his thumb across her jaw and at her chin. "It got you out, it got you safe," countering softly, watching the depth of her eyes, the gentle flush to her cheeks from the wine she'd had. How strong she was. His mouth pursed a little in thought, the hand drifting back down to Natasha's waist, his eyes closing tight to lean over and kiss her hair. "Лисичка, would you be happier if I weren't serious?"