Clint heeded her warning and set about behaving himself, at least physically. While their actions could easily be seen by the other patrons and staff of the restaurant, they weren’t likely to be overheard, so Natasha had no qualms against continuing their little game verbally.

“You know I will hold you to that, Barton,” she replied, finishing her meal and pushing the remainder aside. “Among other things.” Like her body, the bed, maybe the wall of the shower...

Sipping at her water, she allowed herself to get lost in his gaze, in the very flirty and suggestive look in his eyes, though when he chuckled she smiled brightly.

“I guess that it a testament to just how good the food here is,” she said, setting her glass on the table. “Should we continue with desert, or do you have something else in mind?”