She looks beautiful like that, if you ask Illya. He had already noticed she was a pretty woman when they met, most people would because Natasha is objectively beautiful. If he had given it some thought he would have realized a spy would be trained to use that to her advantage just like he had, but at the moment he had been more preoccupied with the firefly bite and how much he’d wanted to be spill the beans.

But now? Now all he can think about is how beautiful she looks with that predatory grin of hers.

“And miss out on all this fun?” He says, reaching for her own arm with his free arm and using all his strength to try to push her into the nearest wall- or at least get her out of his back. He’s beginning to lose the feeling on the other arm and it’s been a while since he was this happy.