There was nothing better she could have said then to repeat his own words back to him. It was better than hearing her list things, it was better than watching her roll eyes over him. He literally wanted to throw himself at the feet of the powers that be and thank them for bringing this woman into his life.

Although the powers that be would mean he'd have to bow down in front of Fury and well, Clint was still pissed at him for this deep cover shit in the first place.

He lifted up, looking down between them to where her hand sat and raised eyes up to her. "Is my reacquaintance with my favourite pair of breasts in the world boring you?" He was joking, of course he was joking, evident with that stupid grin that played on his lips, even if he cocked his hips into her hand and let her feel just what she did to him. As if she wasn't already fully aware.

Oh well, just in case she'd forgotten.

"What you want Tasha?"