[ Natalia hesitates, breath held in the process, before she shifts forward on the sigh and angles in such a fashion as to gain Zemo's attention, Zemo's gaze. ]
Most think themselves better while ignoring their own darkness.
[ Read: this Black Widow is familiar with his treatment. Is empathetic and still trying to right wrongs caused a lifetime ago.
She straightens to take another drink and then sets the cup aside. ]
Have you considered it a ploy? Maybe I need a way to entertain myself, maybe it's a deliberate means to secure more time spent together? So many variables to consider, my dear Baron. I could already be concocting restrictions and requirements for our lessons. There may even be a riding crop involved.
[ Possibly not, but whatever gets the image of punishments in his head. ]
[No one knows what they're capable of until they've been put in a situation that calls for drastic decisions. But there's a soft smile given at the empathy, and it's clear that it's returned. He's read up on the Widow quite a bit after all...
And she will treat him like someone deserving of respect. How can he complain about this company at all?]
You hardly have to devise plans if you want to spend time with me, lyubimaya.
[Ah-- there's a spark of interest. Curiosity at the suggestion.] So you are devising punishments, are you? Quite... interesting ones at that. I do not think I would be... opposed to the Black Widow's correction, in true.
[ Her pupils dilate for a fraction when he speaks to her in Russian, at the particular word he has chosen, but Natalia hastily recovers with a tut. ]
Do you say that to all of the agents who babysit you, umnyashka?
[ It would hardly matter, confident as Nat is that she excels where others try, that this is merely for the sake of fun. ]
Possibly, if such things interest the dear Baron. Possibly more if they don't. Either way, do you want to learn a particular style of dance? I see no reason not to start with some basics tonight.
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. ]
[He is fine with starting now. There isn't anything pressing, and even if he is out of his cell, there is still a certain.... mindnumbing redundancy to confinement still. Just a bigger space to roam.
He would welcome anything new.]
I am not allowed much, but an old friend of mine managed to bring me a player, some old vinyls that were dear to me. Yann Tiersen was among them, if you would rather that.
[ 'An old friend' piques her curiosity, and with an interested -- ] Oh? [ Talia raises both brows at him before turning her attention to their surroundings and seeking out said player. ]
My former butler. He's been with me since I was a child. Practically family. It isn't anything nefarious, if you were wondering. [But he is the only person that Zemo has left after the loss of his family... surely she will not begrudge him that, will she?]
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Most think themselves better while ignoring their own darkness.
[ Read: this Black Widow is familiar with his treatment. Is empathetic and still trying to right wrongs caused a lifetime ago.
She straightens to take another drink and then sets the cup aside. ]
Have you considered it a ploy? Maybe I need a way to entertain myself, maybe it's a deliberate means to secure more time spent together? So many variables to consider, my dear Baron. I could already be concocting restrictions and requirements for our lessons. There may even be a riding crop involved.
[ Possibly not, but whatever gets the image of punishments in his head. ]
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[No one knows what they're capable of until they've been put in a situation that calls for drastic decisions. But there's a soft smile given at the empathy, and it's clear that it's returned. He's read up on the Widow quite a bit after all...
And she will treat him like someone deserving of respect. How can he complain about this company at all?]
You hardly have to devise plans if you want to spend time with me, lyubimaya.
[Ah-- there's a spark of interest. Curiosity at the suggestion.] So you are devising punishments, are you? Quite... interesting ones at that. I do not think I would be... opposed to the Black Widow's correction, in true.
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Do you say that to all of the agents who babysit you, umnyashka?
[ It would hardly matter, confident as Nat is that she excels where others try, that this is merely for the sake of fun. ]
Possibly, if such things interest the dear Baron. Possibly more if they don't. Either way, do you want to learn a particular style of dance? I see no reason not to start with some basics tonight.
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[He smiles pleasantly, eyes glinting with mischief for a moment before he considers her next question.]
Something slow, I think. Have mercy... It has been a very long time since I have had the opportunity to even entertain the idea of dancing.
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[ 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. ]
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[He is fine with starting now. There isn't anything pressing, and even if he is out of his cell, there is still a certain.... mindnumbing redundancy to confinement still. Just a bigger space to roam.
He would welcome anything new.]
I am not allowed much, but an old friend of mine managed to bring me a player, some old vinyls that were dear to me. Yann Tiersen was among them, if you would rather that.
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