Dejah's eyes went wide, and there was the briefest flicker of a smile. "Yes. Yes, I would like that. I mean, if that's acceptable. I would prefer to -- limit my humiliation to present company."

Her grin emerged despite her best efforts to have some kind of composed demeanor. "You make it dangerously easy to trust you, Phil Coulson." There was an alien lilt to the way she spoke his name, but it sounded guileless.