"If I'm ever not ready for you, I'm not tired, then I'm dead", Clint answered in just that same suggestive tone while moving his leg a little closer to hers, teasing along the inside of her knee.

He usually wasn't that much of a seafood eater except for fish but an offer from Natasha he could hardly ever decline, and it was obvious she had enjoyed her meal very much. So he leaned forward without letting go off her gaze and snatched the piece out of her fingers with clever lips and used the chance to give her fingertip a soft bite.

"Very tasteful indeed..."