"You fell for me," Natasha answers, meeting his playful eyes with a smirk as she drapes her arm over his shoulder. What? So maybe it was a two way street. If he's going to playfully tease her, she's going to playfully make a point right back.

The face he makes when he switches to English almost makes her laugh, pressing her lips together as she watches him mull over his options. "We can speak whatever language you'd like," she answers, easily switching to Russian. "English doesn't use diminutives the same way Russian does. So it doesn't sound the same way it does in Russian. Not as affectionate."