In the space of one good blink, his shirt is gone. There's a small giggle that erupts. "That's more than acceptable, efficient too." Natasha's hands and fingers smooth upward from his stomach to his pectorals, fanning upward to his shoulders and then back down again. Her thumbs circle around his nipples, one and then the other. "mmmn."

She takes her time in answering, smile wide and a little devilish. "Yes, you may do the same. You can also take my bra as well. I am yours tonight." She finishes, in case he had any doubt where this was going. There were scars on her body, but she had no shame about them. They were the tales of her trade, and lessons learned. She had knife marks here and there, one nasty one that swiped along her shoulder and another along her kidney. Then there was a single bullet wound that was distinctly shown on her side-- it had obviously gone straight through.