Natasha can't help but chuckle a little at the question he finally lands on, though it sounds more like she's surprised by the question than anything. And that she's more charmed than genuinely amused. "No." One shoulder lifts in a shrug to punctuate her response, and she watches him as he explains it. She can tell he's easing a foot out onto shaky ground.

"You asked me a few times in the Red Room if your metal arm bothered me. And it doesn't because it's just a part of you. Violence has been a part of both of our lives for a long time. And it can even be attractive. It's nice to know the person you're with can handle themselves and anything the world throws at them." As she talks, she shifts her own arms so she can return the gesture, her hands running over the backs of his arms as his trail over her upper arms.

Given how often the world decides to throw things, well. She can't say he's the only one who finds that sort of righteous violence appealing.