He can't help but flush a little more at that response shaking his head. He didn't mean to suggest she wasn't her at all, he hadn't been even thinking it in that sort of way. His eyes are soft though, as he watches her shaking his head slowly.

"Natalia, I didn't mean to suggest you could actually belong to anyone..." he murmurs softly. It's a funny comment, they had both previously belonged to the Red Room, many years ago. Yet, even in those times, he has an idea that Natasha could never truly belong to anyone.

"I just meant, more..." he brings up a hand to stroke his fingers along the side of his cheek, "How am I the guy that's lucky enough that you wanna do this stuff with."