She doesn't know what Jasper is doing when he starts to reach out, but she doesn't move for his sake. She knows what kind of affect she has on him, she's used to having a certain hold over men but this is different, and Natasha isn't going to pretend as if she knows how to use something this dangerous to her advantage. So she stays still, despite her own discomfort with being touched on anybody's terms but her own, and she watches as he seems to play with her hair before letting it fall away. She looks at him oddly, because honestly... what the hell is he doing?

"...I was planning on it," she responds finally, her eyes flickering from the hand that had touched her hair before returning to his face. It really is absolutely absurd, how handsome he is. Natasha usually finds herself attracted to the larger ones, muscular men who look like they can handle themselves in a fight and Jasper is much leaner than anybody she's given a second glance. It's the way that the light hits him though, and hits his eyes, that holds her attention.

"It didn't seem like it had done much but you enjoyed it so I thought that it was just a little thing I could do for you in the mornings. Keep your hunger a little more at bay." Her tongue darts out quickly to wet her lips before she moves a hand to brush her hair behind her ear, her shiver subsiding now that she's this close to warmth. "It looks like it's working better than I thought though." She's referring to here, right now. How close he is to her.