Well, [ she says with a tip of her shoulder, pulling the tie out from his collar and slinging it loosely around her own neck (some things should stay crease free, after all). Natasha's expression changes into one of almost coquettish consideration, her hands drifting down to pop open the first button of his shirt. ]
That depends. [ She tips her chin, her smile ruining the ruse. ] Do you think we're ready for it?
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That depends. [ She tips her chin, her smile ruining the ruse. ] Do you think we're ready for it?