Natasha pondered for a minute, finishing with her socks and reaching for one of those deadly boots. "Depends on the context or nature of the question posed". Now that was an honest answer. For instance she would lie about questions asking about her time in the Red Rooms, not that he'd ever pushed her to talk about it and hell most of it she didn't remember (even though Natalia had taken a sick, perverse pleasure in letting Natasha see through Her eyes at crucial moments), but maybe other questions were more fair game, even simple ones.

"I've always tried to be honest with you Clint, because I trust you" Fighting with the buckles of her boot, finally wrenching it on her foot and looking for the other one.

"It better be a deal. You're like a human hot water bottle." Watching him with a smirk to match his. "Mind out the gutter, I know that smile. I need at least ten hours of unbroken sleep and I plan to get them."