Apparently Clint was either incredibly dense or he was going to make her work for this. It would be a hard won battle but worth it. "Ha ha," she muttered sarcastically and put down her plate, settling back against the couch with her arms crossed tight and a frown on her lips. All hint of affection was momentarily frozen until she got what she wanted. This wasn't so hard, just one little date; it wouldn't kill him. It might get him turned into a cat again, though, if he kept being so stubborn. That was the sort of mood she was in.
Clint earned himself a glare for his remarks about her choice of t.v. programming. "It's important to stay informed," Wanda pointed out. "Especially with all this Hammer S.H.I.E.L.D. nonsense." A serious subject, one they hadn't really discussed, and it was a good change of topic while she figured out a new approach to get him to come around on the dating front.
Why buy the cow when you could get the milk for free, but she would fight tooth and nail for the distinction of being more than, well, Clint's metaphorical cow. Subtlety wasn't working. Maybe she'd have to flat out demand. This was definitely rocking the boat and she didn't want to ruin a good thing, but his willful ignorance was rubbing her the wrong way.