[She manages a small laugh at his teasing compliment, shaking her head because she couldn't blame Clint. He did see better from a distance, it was the things up close that gave him trouble now and then, went completely unseen. She was only worried about what he would see when he found his aim again, and if this manipulation had... changed things. Possibly permanently. And not for the better.

...Maybe she should have lied to him after all.]

Honesty's not serving me very well today, I'm afraid. Although the flattery helps. [She has a moment of surprise when he wraps his arm around her, but she pushes it away, sinking against him, because that... feels exactly like what she needs actually, and she curls closer, soaking up the warm solid heat of him, the comfort it offers.

She glances up at him, searching his face intently a moment.] So. Do I owe you an apology? For what happened, I mean.

[When he brings up that movie, she cocks her head to the side, considering for a moment before she smiles and shakes her head again.] No. Not today. But I think I might have something else you might like better. [Because this is something she can cheat at a little, a knowledge of him beyond what she should have, and something she collected on a whim, because it reminded her of him.]