Clint's reaction to the kisses was about as surprising to her as her kisses had been to him and she chuckled and shook her head, trying to shoot him an offended look but failing. He had a point, probably, it wasn't like she'd had a chance to climb out of bed and brush her teeth, but he could be a little nicer about it. No, of course he couldn't, this was Clint, after all. She couldn't really be mad with that smile on his face though and she reached down and punched him lightly in the shoulder.
"You're one to talk. You're not always minty fresh but I've never complained," she told him with mock indignation, torn between amusement and mild embarrassment. Oh well, probably for the best, she couldn't imagine the formidable nurse would approve of her making out with someone in her hospital bed anymore than she'd approved of her trying to pull out her IVs and leave the medical area. They were such sticklers for the rules in hospitals. Almost defiantly she swooped down and gave him a peck on the cheek. "You owe me," she told him with a huff and settled back to return to her pouting, though not quite as seriously as she had before.