People were simply more fun to figure out when there were secrets to uncover. Just talking straight about things was far less interesting. Sure, either one of them could ask, but John saw no real need to just yet.
"Ooh," John said, a laugh in his tone over the absolute tease that Natasha was. "You're practically cruel." He leaned in again, so damn close before tipping back on his heels as well, and turning to face his stove top. "Fine then. I'll slave for you." Every last thing was an innuendo.