He didn't like it, didn't like it at all. He should have had more control than what he exhibited in that alley. He wasn't sure what was the Other Guy and what was himself; couldn't be sure there was a difference anymore. He used to monitor himself so carefully, but then he got confident, and that had made him vulnerable.
A woman like Natasha should not have that sort of effect on him. She wasn't Betty. He writhed inwardly knowing what Betty would think of him, could she see him now. But she couldn't, and he didn't like that either.