"Natasha..." he said softly, catching the hand that was messing up his perfectly styled hair. She was deflecting and it was obvious.

"If I'm stepping out of my comfort zone and putting on a suit and going to the ballet, then you can do it to. I'm not a mark that you can seduce into doing what you want." He ran the tip of his index finger down the side of her cheek. "I want to know you. The real you. Only the truth, If you don't want to talk about the past, then stick with the present."