Clint did have some manners. Though, he rarely pulled them out, it was known to happen. Occasionally. He was perfectly capable of seducing a woman in a romantic and sensitive way. Not that that's what he was doing with Penny. It was instinctive, really. He'd wanted to kiss her hand so he did. However, her reaction amused him and he enjoyed it. She didn't seem surprised and that was different. Though, it wasn't as though he knew too much about her childhood or her muggle upbringing. He tried not to think about it, to be honest. It wasn't as if he didn't know and really, she was a witch it was just... when you'd been programmed one way your whole life... well, it was hard to reprogram. He didn't mind muggles but he wasn't about to marry one.
The moment that flared between them was bright and hot like a fire on a cold winter's night. The heat that moved between them was warm, sensual and if he wasn't careful, he'd do something stupid. Instead, he cleared his throat and pulled away, swallowing some more ale. "No maybe's about it," he said, once he felt capable of speaking.
"I'm not sure I actually give a shite about other people's lives," he said, shrugging. His life was made up of gossip and that's how he liked it but he didn't believe half the shite that appeared in rags or that people told him. "Course, I don't mind catching up but I could do without knowing who's fucking who." Her groan caught him off-guard and his formerly diminishing erection returned to half-mast and that pink tongue? It'd be his undoing.
"Party... yeah," he said, realizing that he needed to get laid. It'd been a month... Yeah. He needed to find some witch who didn't look a thing like Penny. Blonde, busty and stupid as fuck. Anything to get her out of his mind because this weird friendship wasn't going to last if he didn't find some relief somewhere.
"I suppose I'll do something," he said, shrugging, thinking of Hagrid's harry bollocks. He was desperate. "Maybe I'll have a house warming thing..."