Clint shivered at the sudden cold feeling of the ceramic against his skin and cracked one eye open to see what Natasha was up to. It definitely seemed a lot more entertaining than starting to think about their current situation and how to go from here again, when they wouldn't know for another few weeks if they actually had to worry about it. For the moment he was more than happy, pushing it away as often as possible. The next panic attack would come soon enough.

His eyebrow went up slowly when she chose such a strategic dangerous spot for that praline, and he had to stifle a laugh. That would have put an end to these kind of adventures pretty soon, with the plate falling off from from muscle contractions.

Well, shit.

"Your turn to seduce now?", he asked, grinning, trying his best to keep still in spite of certain blooming ideas .