Nothing that Wanda wasn't aware of through Natasha's retelling of the events, but she barely manages to catch on to his words at her own surprise of having him grab at her wrist. A tingling sensation on the back of her neck, his thumb over her pulse, and she suddenly feels—like a sheer curtain, unable to block out entirely what she's keeping under the surface.

Of course the devil would fucking see it.

But there's no accusation in his voice, which is certainly appreciated.

"Whatever was necessary, at whatever cost."