"I think you're underestimating my patience," she returns wryly as she pours them both cups; but no he has a point. Her legs are way too long for Natasha's brand of acrobatics anyway!! Everyone has their crosses to bear etc. The pet name comes out of left field and she has to glance at his retreating back, brow arching as she tries to figure out if that was just him poking fun of the situation. It didn't sound like it, though. Averting her face to hide the burning of her cheeks, she busies herself by going through his fridge for something to add to her coffee.