As she watched him tell the story that had nothing to do with battles or vigilantes or decorators - and only his apartment in the most general, normal sense, and not where all the guns were hidden or the security measures - something in her went very soft and, yes, squishy. "Of course you're a sweet young man," she told him with a smile. He'd just helped a little old lady up to her actual apartment, after all.
Though at least he was still the SHIELD agent. "I suppose they're not all octegenarian ex-HYDRA supporters," she said as she took another sip of her whiskey. She wasn't entirely teasing...but she wasn't entirely serious, either.
"And if you play your cards right, you'll need never cook for yourself again," she added as she stretched out her legs.