It's not that she doesn't want to know what's happened to him, or what he's been up to. It was more that he told her that he wouldn't bother her with it. She happens to have a great curiosity as to what has brought about the change in his eyes, and the softness around the edges of his face. One of the things Natasha has been bred to notice is a person's demeanor. She's sent out to make snap judgements about people, and many rely heavily on what she can gather in a series of seconds. She might not always be perfect, but she's spent time previously detailing Loki's mannerisms, so that she would know his tells when she needed to.

They've changed and it's obvious to her. Now that she has him here in her house it's even more of a mystery. One that she wants to unwrap in more ways than one. "Please, set yourself in front of the fire then. I enjoy all the areas in my home. This space is where I spend a lot of time. I love the smell, and the crackle the logs make as they break up and give into the power the fire holds over them. It's peaceful, and I do a lot of reading here."

Unsure why she's opening up to Loki, Natasha moves to grab the glasses and comes back to pour our the liquor. Handing Loki his glass, she folds herself up right next to the Norse god. Her feet curl beneath his body, as a habit from sitting with friends that know her well. She leans into him. If they're going to get naked later, she might as well grow comfortable now. "Tell me something good about your life, a moment when you were happy. It can be new or old. I don't mind. I'm just curious."