Turning her head to look back at him, Natasha kept a serious expression on her face but her eyes were dancing with amusement. He had a certain smile that had the ability to make her weak in the knees, but she was supposed to be the one Bond girl that didn’t fall for him right away.

She couldn’t help but laugh the picture he painted next, though. She wasn’t sure if it was true or not, but she wouldn’t be surprised if it was. Although she had never seen him shoot from horseback, she had seen him hit an enemy with no problem from a moving vehicle, and knowing he grew up in the circus, who knew what sort of training they did there?

“Hmm, I am not sure,” she said. “I might need a... demonstration.”