But it was easier when it was just the two of us, or three of us, doing what we knew how to do. It was simpler. [She finishes the thought for him, because she knows how he thinks. Especially when it's so close to what she's thinking as well.

She pokes him in the ribs at his answer.] Yeah I figured. Start spilling, Barton. I know all your ticklish spots if you don't.