Hushed Willows eyes on the road.

She doesn't answer right away. Is she looking for a home? She had no intentions on settling down a mere hour or two ago— it was only her curiosity that led her astray. With a bit of hesitation visible on a quick twitch of her brow-- instinct wanted them to furrow together, though she knew better than to let emotion show— She dips her head slightly. "A place to stay," she says, though does not move forward until she has a definite yes from him as well. Stark was not the violent type— she didn't think— but Natasha was in no mood to overstep any boundaries... even if they were only by default. 

She waits with a focused oceanic gaze that was narrowed and still— waiting for the dark male to give her the okay to come over. Otherwise, she'd leave, she had no obligation to this man or his palace.