Natasha's glad that she can give him a nice association with someone touching his head. She'll happily spend the rest of the day laying there idly rubbing his scalp. Her mouth quirks in a little smile as she takes in the look on his face. "Maybe we'll have to set you up by the sink sometime and I'll shampoo and dry your hair for you."

One of her hands moves down, the pad of her thumb tracing along his cheekbone fondly. "Oh, don't worry. Your hands feel great. But I'm open to suggestions if you have something you'd like to try."