Major babe alert: smoking hot blond at 12:00. Fishnet stockings. Kinky. His mouth was already moving, however, involuntarily upping the number of chin-ups he had just completed and pretending not to notice she was there as she approached. Chicks dug that kind of stuff, right? "98...99...100... Hm?"
Clint lowered his feet to the floor and ducked out from behind the staircase and flashed her a smile. "Yeah, upstairs," he said with a jerk of his head. It wasn't until a moment later that his teenage brain (read: hormone addled) registered that that was Black Canary and then he did a double take. Clint gave her a scrutinizing glance up and down. That certainly was the right costume... And the face did seem familiar... Maybe that was her.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute," Clint called back after her. "...Black Canary?" He wanted to know.