[In all truth, Nat hasn't stopped thinking about kissing Nate. She's done her best to suppress the feeling while they're in the museum for now, but she keeps seeing little tiny alcoves that would be wonderful for a little bit of kissing and letting out the tension that's been slowly building between them.

His glance doesn't go without notice, and even as she speaks of other things, she can feel the heat from his gaze linger. Her light dims, but it doesn't disappear. If she lost all her desire every time she spoke of things in her past, she'd never move beyond anything.]

There are times...

[Turning into him, she runs her hand along his arm and down to his hand.]

Times when there's no choice but to be cold and calculating. If you let the job in too deep, then it takes over. When I've used my body for a tell, or to get information I can't let anything in. It's mechanical. I may have passion, but I suppress it all the time. It's here and now. It's at the surface right this second, but I can flip a switch...

[she shrugs, and bites the corner of her lip taking a deep breath. Speaking so honestly isn't natural, or normal. It's odd how easy it comes when she's with Nate, and how she feels like she could slide into his arms and have conversations like this for days.]