Despite the fact that she's moving so slowly and the fact that it's absolutely frustrating to be this close and yet not close enough, Natasha can't help but smile back at him when he admits that he can't do more than what they're doing right now. She feels like what she assumes a teenager would after first discovering their feelings for someone, as if she's courting him with innocent uncertainty. "You can't call me Natalia and then tell me that I can't touch you more, that's what we call mixed signals, we're I'm from." She's teasing again, keeping it as light as she can to keep his attention on her, and not his hunger.

She almost lets go of him and tells him that it's enough for tonight, that the effort means more than the actual action, but she can't find it in herself to pull back. His skin is almost hard beneath her touch, cold like stone and yet somehow not unpleasant. He's not breathing and she can see that, but for now she finds comfort in holding his face and looking at all the little features she wasn't able to see before. "You're obnoxiously attractive." Blunt. Almost annoyed. She says it factually, not even flirtatiously, as if it's something that he should apologize for and the funny part about it is that Natasha wouldn't be surprised if he did.

She can't stop smiling now, a relaxed one that warms her eyes as she looks up at him. "Vy sil'neye, chem vy dayete sebe kredit."