Yeah. [He echoes back, breathing easier now. He wasn't... tense, before, per se, but any lingering tensions are leaving him, draining out.] You never know how much you've gotten used to being touched all the time until you're lacking. [Hey. Whatever works for them, he figures. If he likes it, and Natasha likes it, then who cares?]

Believe me, this is good. I'm good with this. [With all of it.]

So what's it like, being on the next level?