When she speaks, Seth's mouth drops open like a cartoon, because he knows that voice, and the name, and the red hair, and ohgod, is this really her?? Jasper slants a look at him—that spark of excitement was seemingly out of place and impossible to miss—before it occurs to him that Natasha had outed herself rather publicly, and it shouldn't surprise him that the wolves had kept up with the saga of the Avengers.

"Oh wow," Seth whispers when she's finished speaking, and it takes him a moment to remember he's the alpha and he's been asked to do alpha things like arrange a meeting. "Um, oh, right. Don't mind Leah, she just, um. She doesn't really like any of the Cullens."

The snarl the bristling Leah lets out at this crass understatement is matched immediately by Jasper's smirk. It's all he can do not to wrinkle his nose, honestly, the stench when they're in wolf-form is a thousand times worse, but he's being good. "A place for a briefing might be somewhat complicated," he murmurs. "We don't go on Quielute land, and Quielutes won't willingly come to the house. It's cold territory."

Seth flushes a little and ducks his head. "I mean, we are supposed to be enemies," he points out in a helpless little mutter. "We're still enemies to other vampires. We just have, you know. A truce with the Cullens. They're okay." Then he stands a little straighter again, with squarer shoulders again. "But Jasper is right. We fought together here. It's probably the best place for both of us to meet. Vampires and werewolves, I mean. Are you the Black Widow?" he finally blurts out.