[She nods, looks around the room. She has Natasha's skills, generally good at picking out people that move wrong in a crowd, that seem too invested or too casual- but there's nothing obvious, at any rate. If there's anyone here, they're good, at least.] Maybe there will be more of these. I heard someone suggesting actually appointing official diplomats and regular gatherings. Pretending we're civilized and everything.

[She grins a little bit wolfishly at the last part, a glimmer to her blue eyes, as if admitting that there will always be something a little bit uncivilized, a little vicious about him. Which probably ties into why she's only ever had one boyfriend, and why people don't look at her and think of how pretty she is, or how they want her. She wears her edges too close to the surface, razor blades in her every smile. And she knew it.]

Please, I don't have suitors. I'm too rough around the edges for that. [She says it with a curl of her smile, but there's that edge of truth to the words, too. She shrugs, a slight tilt of her head, leaning in to nudge him with her shoulder, despite the glitz and glam of her dress. She wont admit it, but it hurts a little, sometimes. Maybe that's why she likes Rumlow- if like is even the right word for it- he gets it. He's rough too, and he's nothing like Alexei.]

So is bribing you with a drink enough to get a dance? [She's teasing, more than anything. It wasn't really a bribe. That said, she does want a dance. She's not sure if he's any good or not, but she figures it's part of the secret agent suit and tie bit. Good way to get close to a target, get information.]