She straightened, stopping her own advance as she watched him approach. "I may not have tasted blood, but you know I shed more than my share of it. And as for your last question? You know that I do, Clint." The Russian gave him a cool-eyed stare, telling herself that the faint ball of lust in her stomach was ridiculous - that was past. And she still had to think about her son, who should be walking up any minute.