Cuddled up on the couch, you in her lap, Natasha gently cards her and fingers through her vampiric lover's dark hair. The vampire could kill him now, she knows, but you won't.

Natasha: "C'mon,"

She says, after a moment.

Natasha: "Up, up, up. I've gotta get moving. Capsicle's suit needs some major adjustments."

When all she gets in response is a whine, a pout, and two cold arms wrapping around her neck, Natasha chuckles.

Natasha: "Lovebug,"

She croons, condescending in the sweetest way possible.

Natasha: "What is it? You hungry? Hm?"