Clint was currently curled up in an oversized armchair in their bedroom, absorbed in his tablet, Mama dog curled up by his feet. It had taken a few days, but once Mama had been satisfied that the kittens were being well taken care of, she'd begun to explore the house and leave them to themselves. More often than not, she could be found as she was now, by the demon's side.
He didn't notice Natasha or her furry companion until Mama alerted him, lifting her head and nosing at his palm.
"Hmm? What is it Mama? Oh." He smiled at the angel and rubbed his face lightly. "Hello. What does my Mistress require?"