Natasha feigns a scandalized look which almost covers that she's on the cusp of laughing. She ruffles his hair. "Someone's rediscovered his filthy mind." The comment is delivered teasingly as she moves her hand down to gently hold his chin. "That is my favorite seat, though."

She brushes her thumb against his cheekbone, the chuckle finally escaping as he kisses her shoulder. Leaning back in, she wraps her arms around him and just holds him close there for a moment. "I'll hold you to that. Is there anything you need? I can do a supply run before we get settled in here for the night."