"Water," Natasha repeats the word, amusement in her tone. She could probably use some water. She's been drinking, and they've been dancing.

Her tongue flicks out to wet her lips.

"Water hasn't been on my mind," she says. When she looks up, her expression is shuttered, not betraying emotion. At odds with her next words. "I was actually thinking I wouldn't mind it if you kissed me."