Natasha's little postscript actually pulls a smile out of him. The idea of having the Black Widow play cupid for the two of them is more amusing than anything he's ever heard, but at the same time the way she says "mission" lets him know she means business.

He lets Sara maneuver him into the chair and obligingly slides out of his jacket, leaving him in a t-shirt, jeans, and boots. He sits, and frowns a little at Natasha's words.

"TV? I didn't think you two got all this together just to sit around and watch Netflix or something." Still, whatever they've got cooking is probably going to be worth it somehow, so he reaches for one of the glasses of vodka.