"Right."

Clint sighed just at the prospect of moving and leaned his head back for her to get closer against him. Of course she was right, cold water would quite efficiently eliminate any kind of relaxation they had just found.

It had gotten late, but he had a feeling, sleep still wasn't close enough to try and close his eyes in spite of all exhaustion. But maybe he could Natasha help with hers.

"Want me to give you a back massage, red? Helps you falling asleep maybe."