It was always nice when Natasha caught him off guard. It was a sign for how much he lowered his awareness and defense instincts when they were alone and it never failed to make Clint laugh. That she still was wearing considerably little clothes was a nice bonus.

Before the thought could really get into his head, he quickly shoved himself off her, tempted to give her ass a nice little pinch in return for her attack. But he didn't feel in a real sparring mood today, no matter the small level.

Instead he made sure to keep his voice a little on the rough, smug side to tease her back, maybe give her a few warm thoughts to get lost in while he was away.

"Yes, ma'am."

He made sure to bend down deliberately slow when he put on his pants and left the room with an innocent little whistle on his lips.