Mr. Whital's gaze locked onto Natasha's, ignoring her cleavage.  He had a solid gaze that seemed to measure her for several moments before he spoke.<strong>"I have many enemies, rumour has it that they will strike at me through her.  This is their best opportunity."</strong>He informed her.<strong>"If they attack, expect them to be well armed and numerous." </strong>He shrugged, his gaze leaving hers.<strong>"However, I know of no specific threat.  It could come from any angle."</strong>