[Right to business. Yeah, that's Natasha all right. He keeps his arms around her, loose enough not to feel confining, still tight enough to be a hold. He never wants to let go again.

God, maybe Wanda had it right. Maybe he should stay a while.]

You looking for a person, a place, or my star sign? [He'll be appropriately flippant about this whole kidnapping thing until he's not pissed about it.] I got pulled out of a puddle in Solvunn, and apparently the old gods are happy about that. Gotta see if I can meet these gods. They don't exactly scare me. [The gods he's met have all been perfectly punchable, after all.]</small.