Natasha concentrates on remaining unaffected by the gesture, while appearing to soften slightly against Vesper. “Why, it’s as though you’ve had practise at this,” she murmurs with a smirk, drawing Vesper’s own hand to her mouth to allow the other woman to inspect the weapon. “We’ll stay,” she decides, some unknown instinct making itself know through her mouth, “For now. They’ll suspect if they believe we’re aware they’ve spotted us.” She lets go, just a little, leading Vesper towards the dancefloor. “Dance with me?” she asks, and she’s admittedly employing her best moves on this one. A target worth acquiring, somehow - perhaps a woman finally a match for her. That’s still to be seen, but she cannot deny a certain visceral thrill at the thought of her acting so casually as a lover. “Until you know them for sure, they may hold valuable information in those otherwise empty skulls,” she murmurs, hand resting on Vesper’s lower back as she guides her possessively to the dance floor.
Vesper smiled wide, a matching grin on her lips. To tell her or not whether she had in fact practised… or not. Perhaps she was just natural, perhaps it was the stunningly beautiful agent by her. “Oh, wouldn’t you like to know?”, she answered simply, trying to shake off the feeling of being watched. At her latter statement, Vesper frowned, if only a little. “Will we?”, she inquired, but the woman’s explanation was a rational and sensible one, so she merely nodded. Dancing was not Vesper’s forte, but then again, it was better than a confrontation. Once on the dance floor, Vesper laced her arms around the agent’s neck loosely. Perhaps the strategical arm position would grant them some privacy when discussing whatever it was that was happening. “It has been a while”, she finally confessed, “since I saw them or anyone related to them… Quantum”. Not a moment after, their bodies were swaying slowly, as if lulled by a romantic ballad.
Natasha’s arms slip easily around Vesper’s waist, aware that almost every eye on the room is on them. Good. Better to hide in plain sight - no one ever suspects it, and the proximity is useful for undetectable conversation. She leans forward, movement of her body unconscious and never relenting. “We couldn’t break through the file on Quantum,” Natasha admits, although to all the world it looks like endearments murmured in a lover’s ear. While it may be too late, she decides that aversion is the best course, and she cradles Versper’s back, drawing the other’s face into the crook of her neck. She’s never had an undercover that’s flowed so seemlessly, and she’s beginning to wonder if this could possibly go off without blowing her cover. “Tell me about it. But first laugh, as though I’ve said something amusing. They’re watching us, like everybody else.”
