The request starts her a bit, though she edges in a little closer. "What, I'm not warm enough for you, sweetie?" It's probably not the right time to joke, but maybe it will break up some tension. Worth a shot. Her fingers brush his bicep, ice cold, nodding to him in the mirror. "Sure, I'll be right back. You get started without me." Natasha offers up a wink as she turns to leave him.