Frank shrugged. The club made him a little uneasy, but he knew that was in part because of his arrival and the spectacular mess he'd made within twenty-four hours. He didn't dwell on it, but it did make him uncomfortable to consider the place a respite.

"Yeah," he said with a bit of a laugh. Pretty sure the club wasn't somewhere you went for conversation. He sipped his beer and glanced at Natasha. "Guess we gotta save that for the bath house or something, right."