( oh, a look. she likes looks. deals in them, to be honest; looks and glances and half-smirks are a spy's bread and butter. so when he lifts himself out of his seat, natasha favors stephen with an innocent, wide-eyed stare in response, corners of her lips turned up in a smile entirely too guileless for those who know her. the picture of chaste married bliss.

it's probably a little scary. )

I'm sure he won't mind. I feel like the family business is going to discover an urgent need for a lot of rope. ( and if he does mind? well, three years on, he's dead, so how much can it matter? ) It's good to be seen.

( yancai, though, seems a bit on the traditional side; so when she takes his arm, it's with a very firm press of her hand on his forearm where everyone can clearly see it, more than an appropriate number of inches between them. )

Do rope makers make enough for emeralds? I'm feeling expensive today.