Clint shook his head, amused at her admission. It was so... earnest and honest and he wasn't quite sure what to think about it. She wanted to be with him. And he didn't even know why. He wasn't exactly a good person and he had the tendency to fuck up a lot. He was selfish and idiotic and flirted with girls and did all that kind of stuff that didn't bode well for any sort of relationship whatsoever. Not a bit.
Smiling and shaking his head, he leaned back, quietly eying her. It was probably a full minute before he said anything, at all. Leaning forward, Clint took a bite of his dinner and looked up at her. "Well," he said, slowly. "I suppose we'll have to work on that, now won't we." He grinned at her, winking as he took a long sip of his wine. Clint was pretty okay with the fact that she had no experience. In fact, he kind of liked that. She was untouched and she was going to be his and only his. Nobody else would ever have her. Just him. Something about that was so bloody amazing.
"So Daphne Greengrass is horny, huh?" He nodded. "I think we'll just have to do something about that."