It does, but that's not quite what she wants. Natasha's hand is still in his hair, slow and warm with her touches. There's no smirk in her voice, just a mild, thoughtful expression, but anyone who knows Natasha (and Clint does, plenty) will know that there's nothing subtle about it.

"I can think of some better things to do," she says with a shrug, looking down at him with a fond kind of expression. It's a face she'd never wear if it wasn't just the two of them, private. "Unless you want to stay clothed and sleepy." And that part is definitely more of a challenge.