Once upon a time, he'd probably have had cause to worry. But that once upon a time was a few decades ago, so Natasha just smiles at him. It's a small smile, but sincere.

"Okay," she says, and then, a touch slower, "Thank you for giving me options. I appreciate it." Particularly when she's gone and sprung this all on him in the first place.

"Do I need to give any myself? Or, is that something you're thinking about?"