With a soft smile on his face, he watched her disengage the gun and stash it back into coffee table. Granted, Bobbi learned how to fire a gun long before Clint had been on the scene, but he was the weapons master here and it gave him satisfaction to see her handle herself now. That a girl, he thought. It was with that knowledge he let SHIELD send him to and fro, knowing Bobbi would be able to take care of herself when he could not.
At her accusations Clint breathed into his hand and took a sniff. He didn't have jet lag breath! Although he did have a few pints during his layover and then a few more on the plane ride over; thank you, SHIELD. But he'd say that it was because he was trying to unload all of that fake money he had, all those weird, colorful notes with the pictures of that old broad with the crown on them, aka the Queen of England. And as they say, he couldn't be arsed to change it back over to American dollars.
"For it being 2:30 in the morning, you're pretty talkative..." He commented, letting her dictate the terms for now, but having other ideas that certainly did not include sleeping on the couch.
"Don't worry about the cat."
When Bobbi got up to grab the cat, Clint grabbed her and brought her down into his lap, where he proceeded to give her a kiss at crook of her neck.