Eddie might not be the type to insinuate himself where he's not wanted, but rude or not, she's never really seemed to not want him around. At least not entirely. He figures, from what he knows of her, that she'd make it pretty obvious whether or not his company was wanted.

And when she takes his hand, holds onto it as they thread their way through the crowd. He tugs, just a little, but not because he doesn't think she knows her way to the bar, but to indicate that he's moving forward, so they can move in sync.

Glancing behind him, he blinks a bit as she says that it's like any other muscle, that he just has to exercise it to make it stronger. And okay, yeah, putting it that way, it makes a whole lot of sense. He's pretty familiar with working muscles, after all, it's how he'd lost weight in high school, it's how he'd become a police officer despite all the odds. Boxing. Working out. It makes sense that maybe this new power he has would get better with practice.

"Wow. I think you just blew my mind, Natasha."

He says it with obvious sincerity, his brows raising as he looks at her.

"Just a matter of figuring out how to exercise it, right? What's your poison?"

Because here they are. At the bar.