The look he gives her in response to her smile is flat at best. It's cute, she wears it well, and maybe if things had been different between them he'd find it every bit as attractive as it is, but he's still licking his wounded pride.

"Uh, no," he says, the question dragging a smirk out of him as he falls in line beside her. "Natasha seems to think I'm only half a man until I watch something called 'Star Wars', but they've been keeping me busy." And he doesn't own a DVD player. "Journey to the Center of the Earth was pretty good, though. I remember that story from when I was a kid."

He, of course, means the Henry Levin version, not the remake from a few years back.