Clint let out a small hiss of surprise at the teasing movement and tightened his grasp around Natasha's waist instinctively. Fortunately, just in time his brains overrode his hormones again and he shifted away from her a little, to reign in that dangerous heat just waiting below the surface. Waiting for a last spark.

If they started as much as cuddling around here, he might get one or the other bad idea about the deceiving remoteness of this place. And then the next best person leaving one of the parties around them might get to see a lot more of them than he was willing to show in public.

So he answered her little game only with a gentle nibbling on her shoulder and prompted her to get up instead, so they could make their way back to the car.

"Well, then, if you have nothing else planned..."

While his actions prompted her to take it easy, though, his voice was challenging her to play around a little more if she liked.