That gets a full-out snort, and she cranes her neck to catch his eyes over her shoulder. "I can assure you it is not." She knows far too many of them, and she definitely knows weirder. Clint springs first to mind. "Besides, Russian men have no sense of humor." Which bores her, as do most things. She turns away again, springing up to her feet and taking up a simple barre by the mantle.