It takes Natasha a moment to realize where it is he's looking. The thought makes her grin internally, pleased that she's still able to hold his attention regardless of her looks. But there's that same warmth from before and the same sound of her heartbeat thudding in her ears. She can enjoy this as much as she wants, so long as she keeps it to herself.

There legitimately is a lot of work at stake here. not to mention a risk of her own life.

She makes no pretense of looking him up and down in bemused interest when he gets up again. She expects him to get close--lean right over her and tell her what he thinks. But he doesn't move around to her front. Just hovers nearly touching against her back. The heat of his breath on the back of her neck. The low rumble his voice gets when he's taken an interest in something. And--

The hands on her much less noticeable hips makes Natasha acutely aware of two things. No. Three.

First, regardless of what he likes, Han is putting an incredible effort into helping Natasha sell this new look. Which in turn...

Second, she should have listened a bit more cautiously to Dia's words of warning earlier. Because arousal in a man is much harder to hide than it is in a woman. Or maybe it isn't, but Natasha has exactly zero experience in talking down something like this and she rather likes the attention being paid to her. The intensity of his scrutiny.

She knows what's happening here. It's just that there doesn't seem to be any stopping it. What's most alarming is that she's not entirely sure she wants to. Her breathing's gone ever so slightly harsher. eyes focused at the wall in front of her vehemently even as a faint tinge of red starts to spread across her cheeks. Her shoulders tense as she tries to hold her posture correctly.

If there's any mercy in the world, Han will stay right where he is and not notice a damn thing while he continues talking his pointers to her.