Clint snorted. "Would be pretty terrible. Though, I hadn't given the thought to what it'd be like if they already had a family. Horrible. Imagine the marriages that might break over this." He tapped his chin thoughtfully and grinned. "Maybe I should slip it to my parents. Still convinced they'd be better off if they lived on separate continents." Ever since Lyssy died their relationship had gotten worse and his mother spent most of her days in a alcohol infused daydream. Still, they were his parents and while he loathed them... most of the time, he wouldn't disgrace them too much. Well, not much more anyway.
He raised a brow at her and her amused voice. "Don't think I don't know what you want to do with your two copies Ms. Clearwater," he laughed. Aside from the fact that he enjoyed thinking about her staring fondly at his naked chest... he'd rather do other things with her but wasn't sure when and if they'd ever cross that line.
Her fingers were soft and delicate and oh-so-smooth. He watched their hands almost sadly. This was something that wouldn't and couldn't be done in the magical world. There was too much at stake for both of them and he wouldn't ruin her the way he knew he could if they were to ever take this further. For now, the small touches and unresolved sexual tension would have to be enough. He'd find release with some bint who wasn't nearly as beautiful and not half as smart and go about his life.
Somewhat surprised at her invite, Clint stared at her before shaking his head. "We both know that's a bad idea. Besides, I'm waiting for the townhome to be cleaned and refurbished. Should only be another week or so." He winked at her. "It has to be able to house my books... safely."