If people thought Audrey was aggressive or demanding, Clint would hate to see them have to deal with Natasha or Bobbi. Anyway, if anyone was keeping score at home it was pretty obvious that Clint had something of a type, and mostly it just involved people that confidently had their shit together and were also bossy.
And no, she didn't have to wind him up, and frankly he was much taller and also like, a super hero who lifted weights and stuff. If he didn't want to be where he was, he wouldn't be. But it was fun, and he arched up just so, seeking friction or maybe just another smooch.
"There mighta been some handcuffs in there," he said it cheerfully, like he wasn't being denied nice things currently. "Flavored lube. Some kind of fancy tape?" He hadn't looked all that hard, considering he'd only just noticed it a bit ago.