Look into my eyes. My gaze is so sweet and so powerful, as disarming as it is i n t o x i c a t i n g. Our eyes are locked, and I ask, "Is there anything more important than me? Does anything, anything in the whole world matter more than me?" You try to think, but your mind is blank. This connection between you and me is too sweet for any distractions. Your eyes are locked into mine, and you whisper, "There is nothing more important than Natasha." And then you plunge deep into the void.