Clint had a feeling, he wasn't off the hook here yet and tried not to react too openly to Natasha touching him like that. Things could go embarrassing way too fast when Natasha teasing him was involved. She didn't make it easier to keep his mind out of the gutter with that seductive look and posture, inviting to lean in for a kiss, etiquette be damned...

It was a relief when the waiter interrupted them before he even got a chance to explain in detail how badly he wanted to touch her just like that, everywhere, until she melted under his hands, and when her skin was all slick and smooth from oil and... other things...

Definitely better to concentrate on his plate and drink that light blush on his cheeks down with another glass of water.

"Me?"

He frowned a little at her question, because that concept seemed a little odd. Every night with Natasha was fantastic and a gift to him.

"I'm easy to satisfy. I love everything we do, you know."