"They would, indeed." She'd indulged in a set, back at her own flat a few states over. One of her very few guilty pleasures, that. But she could rough it when necessary, and never minded doing so, as it was usually far easier and cheaper, God knew.

"But seedy motels just fit the image, don't they?" The teasing query preceded a little giggle, though the sound was more tired than amused. "This place, though..." Natasha gazed around with an approving eye. "It's really amazing. A real safehouse." She gave him a lifted eyebrow once again. "I imagine it'd take an army or two to penetrate it."

Before she'd even realized she'd planned to do it, Natasha took a simple step forward, placed a hand against Dean's rough cheek and rose on her tiptoes to press her lips to the other, his skin warm against hers. "Thank you again," she murmured against the edge of his jaw, "for bringing me here."