"You're good, Frank. But not quite that good." She stretches, rolling her shoulders and her neck, then floating away. "Quite."

The doesn't seem offended. But it's enough for today—enough trust and intimacy. Enough closeness. Natasha is out practice with it, and while this has been good she also knows when it's time to back off.

The joke, she can handle.

"Thanks. I'll owe you one."