"I like you, too." It slips out automatically, like call and response. Truth of his matched by truth of hers, and it wants to be known, it wants to meet its counterpart head on. Still annoying, but also still not his fault. Natasha probably would try to take this all back, given the chance, but she would do it for his good, not hers. He may not believe she's trouble, but just because he's being honest doesn't mean he's correct.

She'd like to try and tease him about the name, to get things antagonistic again, but she knows it won't work, and that weariness is seeping into her bones now. "So, what should I be calling you? Please don't say Boris. You'll make it very difficult for me to take you seriously." Though he wouldn't know why, would he? She's willing to bet he predates that cartoon. "You can call me Natalie, if you like. Shiny lies for the outside world. We should match."