Hmm. I suppose I could extend a modicum of mercy. For as long as it remains beneficial.

[ There's a ghost of a smirk sent Zemo's way.

Natalia drinks more of the tea before setting the pretty thing aside. She gracefully rises and the lace slides along curves before settling, clinging. ]

Unless you just so happen to have any of Yann Tiersen's work, may I connect my device somewhere? Assuming you would want to start now, of course.

[ Perhaps Zemo wanted to finish his tea or dine beforehand, perhaps he'd been working on something. ]