Clint snorted and watched her take over. She did that and he didn't mind. He'd lived here before he left for Spain and Lexi had made herself at home then, as well. The Lexi Suite was filled with her shite and he was pretty sure she popped in just to put stuff in the massive closet. Clint was always perfectly groomed. It really didn't take as long as people thought. He was usually showered and dressed in under fifteen. He'd perfected his hair a long time ago and really? He didn't do much more than run his hands through it with some sort of goop and go. But, it managed to look perfect which cracked him up.
Glancing down at his shoes, he grinned and tapped her on the nose. "Nothing but perfection for my favorite blonde," he replied, taking a drink from his bottle. He had no idea where to take her. They could stay here and drink but then... well, a devious thought came over him. "Come one," he said, grabbing her elbow and apparating them to a dark club on the edge of out Knockturn Alley. You had to be over 17 to get in and this would amuse her to no end.
"You said no naked women," he said, pushing her through the door of the ladies club. "Nothing about naked men." There were a few women in Toxique but they weren't naked. He was sure the gay rumors would abound after this but Lexi needed some cheering up. "Just think. No one will touch your lovely arse unless you slip them some coin."