Clint ignore something? That didn't sound like him, nooooo, not at all. Besides it happened, no point dwelling over it and what he did privately and when he was on his own well that was something else entirely. "That is in fact my professional opinion," he confirmed with a nod of his head followed by a smirk.
Sitting in the corner booth had been on purpose and Clint had positioned himself so he could view the entire expanse of the diner with eyes on all the entrances and exits. Also? He was keeping an eye on everybody in the diner, to see if they clocked either himself or Nat because he could get them moving in less than thirty seconds if needs be.
"Well, we've had worst," he countered as he held onto eye contact while eating a fry. "Remember Budapest?" He said with a grin.