Had he said out loud that she deserved someone more virtuous, Natasha wouldn't have hesitated in punching him. She didn't want virtue; her hands were too red with blood with virtue. She wanted him....and not simply because of a debt, like she'd told Loki, told everyone. She wanted him because he was her other half, even if no one there understood that.
"I suppose it's possible. Perhaps we should see if someone here some suggestions on something you could take to prevent the dreams from being so bad, maybe even help you sleep without them." And if so, he wasn't the only one who'd want to take it. At his suggestion, she shifted so that she was sitting cross-legged, facing him, still holding his fist in her own hand. "I should, but I'm not. Not until you go back to sleep as well, at least." Her words were soft and simple, speaking the truth as she studied him while her eyes adjusted to the dark, allowing her to better see him.