[ Oh, she has. She might have a small collection. Not so many of his so far, but definitely Clint's and Bruce's, at the very least. It's a strange quirk of hers. It's a physical piece that holds a fragment of memory for her, in a way that maybe only makes sense to her.

Which is why she just grins playfully as she saunters after him, following him to his bedroom. ]

No promises whatsoever. But you either gotta risk it or have me wandering around your apartment naked, so the choice is yours.

[ She's teasing, of course, but she'd noted that flustered reaction to the kiss she'd given his cheek. It's a subtle probe of a different sort and she watches his posture from behind as she follows.

And maybe also checks out his ass from here. Because why wouldn't she? ]