"You are trying to make me embarrass myself, aren't you?"

Clint groaned theatrically but couldn't hide his grin that carried an unhealthy amount of interest in the idea, actually. At least this time Coulson wouldn't sit with his back to the door to listen...

"Just out of pure scientific interest... What would you good boy have to do to make such an encounter happening?"

He moved his arm on her shoulder a bit to be able to play with her hair and run his fingertips over the side of her neck, still grinning.