He was appreciative that she didn't say anything on his parents. Not that he'd have minded. No one liked his parents. His mother was an alcoholic who lorded over society. Though, she was staying out of the limelight lately. His father had a mistress and was currently escorting her about town as though no one actually cared. Weary of family life already, Clint smiled at Penny, bringing her knuckles to his lips. "You're a gem," he said, meaning it. He wasn't sure when he'd started to need her conversation but it had happened before and was happening again.
Smirking, he dropped her hand and dug into his meal, tasting the overly salted and tangy flavor of fish. "While I know you have nothing but the best of intentions..." he looked at her and shrugged lightly. "We both know that it might not end the way it should.
How could he possibly sleep in a room down the hall and not do anything about it? It'd ruin whatever this is and he was selfish enough to admit that he didn't want it fucked. Looking up at her, he studied her face, wondering what it'd be like to sink into her... to watch her face... to see her lips calling his name. It was enough to make him harden on the spot. Fucking shit. He really needed to get his thoughts under control.
"Mmm," he said, chewing his food. "Plenty of them. Was thinking of throwing something this weekend but I haven't decided if I feel like dealing with the rest of my friends."