Oh god. He's calling her bluff. She actually feels... a little bad for him??? This isn't going to end well for you, Steve-o. Should she give him an out? Natasha worries her lip, taking a longer pause than usual to mull over just how mean to be.

"Well, first... we'd eat the wonderful spread you made us," she begins, voice smooth and almost sultry. She doesn't look over. "And when it was time for dessert... I'd get down on my hands and knees and crawl to where you would still be sitting, sated and happy. And then I'd polish your... shoes." She does attempt to catch his eyes briefly here before sliding back to the road, one side of her mouth hitching up. Satisfied as ever to make a fossil blush. "How else would I show you my undying gratitude, oh light of my life?"