He would smirk at a time like this. Natasha steels her expression. If they're going to do this, then she's going to be professional about it. It's a headspace she can at least try to get into.

As much as she can't enjoy it, she also doesn't want to make it about her discomfort.

"I think I know enough about what you feel guilty about without looking at the list," she says. "How about you?"

As she speaks, Natasha circles around behind him, reaching out to touch one of the chains holding him bound. The touch is light, but still enough that he'll feel it on the hook.