Natasha straddled Salomon's abdomen, wielding an open tactical folding knife before him as if she were about to cut open his skin. It looked like a bloody interrogation scene, assuming Natasha and Salomon had been wearing clothes. "The interrogation begins now, boy." The Red-haired Spy wore a satisfied smile, deliberately slowing her slightly husky voice. "You were a little too rough. Now it's time for my revenge. Don't move, or I don't know what I might do. If you honestly confess the truth, I might give you a little reward... Dinah, thank you. I was just in need of a glass of iced orange juice."
"And a dry bedsheet," Salomon added. "You got the bedsheet dirty."
Natasha Romanoff twisted her body in displeasure, looking at Salomon as if he were some mischievous high school student. But she was quickly subdued when Salomon grabbed her waist and pressed her back down against his abs.
Dinah placed the two glasses of orange juice from the tray onto the bedside table.
She cast an indifferent glance at the small folding knife in Natasha's hand. Once she confirmed it posed no danger to her master, she backed out of the bedroom without so much as a greeting, never giving Natasha a single look. "Is she a little unhappy with me?" Natasha watched her leave, then turned back to look down at Salomon. "Did I disturb her rest last night?"
"Dinah was the one who dried you off after you passed out. That was her third time entering the bedroom last night."
"The third time? How did I not know she came into the bedroom?"
"You were a crazed lioness at the time, scratching and clawing." Salomon felt the blade pressed against his chest. "What do you want to ask? I can reveal some things