[ He takes the mug for a small and non-committed sip, setting the tea back down to let it cool and more than glad to curl back into his earlier position on the couch... except that doesn't seem to play along with Natasha's notion of relaxing. Not that he can argue, because, well. ]
On my stomach? [ He raises an eyebrow, tone teetering on amused. It takes him a few seconds to actually move from where he's sitting, but eventually he shifts around, kicking off his shoes in the process and doing as he's told.
He feels a little silly like this, somewhat exposed too, but he tries to diffuse some of that by throwing a joking remark over his shoulder. ] You're not going to press down on some trigger point on my neck and make me pass out, are you?
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On my stomach? [ He raises an eyebrow, tone teetering on amused. It takes him a few seconds to actually move from where he's sitting, but eventually he shifts around, kicking off his shoes in the process and doing as he's told.
He feels a little silly like this, somewhat exposed too, but he tries to diffuse some of that by throwing a joking remark over his shoulder. ] You're not going to press down on some trigger point on my neck and make me pass out, are you?