Clint huffed out a laugh at her question, pulling his shoulders back enough to warm up the muscles, rolling them while stepping onto the mat. "How nice of you to notice." He wasn't oblivious to her watching him, they'd already catalogued new bumps and bruises, and while he wasn't doing this as much anymore, they seldom needed a reason to mess around in the gym of Tony's mansion.
"I'm sure we can fully find out just how much more." It was casual and easy, because there was nothing really to work off; no frustration or hurts that lingered, no long separation to work off. Just...fun.
"What're the terms? Five second pins? Tap outs on the mat, no weapons and keep your knees away from my groin?"