Natasha smirks. "Not at all." She leans over and kisses him on the cheek again. "And in case you're wondering," she whispers to James, "she got the same speech. I'm making it my mission to make sure you two work out."

With that same wiggle in her step, she heads over to the bar while Sara gets him settled in. She pours three shots of frigid cold vodka and carries the glasses and bottle over to where the other two are.

"Agreed," she drawls in response to Sara. "Not that I expect that to happen, of course." Setting down the glasses and bottle, she looks at the blonde. "Make sure he's got a good view of the TV," she reminds her.