In to him was probably pushing it a little since she hadn't put that much thought into it. Just like Clint was thinking rather farther ahead than Wanda was but if she'd known what line his thoughts had taken, she probably would've laughed and gone along with it. There was no reason not to other than that the setting was terrible and maybe the timing was no good, but when had that ever stopped her before? As it was she was laughing anyway, at the expression on his face. She couldn't think of the last time anyone had looked so stunned when she'd kissed them- it was a flattering reaction and actually a little cute (an adjective she never ever would have imagined she could apply to anything Clint Barton did).
It was just a kiss, after all and only a little one. The man was hard to get along with, but really, he was staring at her like he'd never been kissed before. Probably, it should have stopped here but now she almost couldn't help herself, like a compulsion, she crossed to the chair and leaned over him, grinning. Whatever this was that was happening was the last thing in the world that she needed to be involved in. But it seemed fun and that was something else that felt like a distant memory.
"Good?" she asked with an exaggerated pout , "Only 'good'? Well. I must be out practice then."