Better reaction than she'd expected; Wanda figured testing the waters might scare him off but here he was obligingly moving closer so she wouldn't have to reach for him. Clint's touching her bruises made her cringe a little, but it was a small price to pay for Clint making such an effort. They did have a pretty good thing going here, even if she still didn't really know what it was. She held one of his calloused hands and lifted it to brush his knuckles in a kiss. He was saying all the right things here and for him that was kind of a first. Hopefully the anomaly would last and maybe she could see how far she could push it.
Clint earned himself that little something more after he spoke when she leaned in for another longer kiss. "Oh, looking after me, is that what you're doing?" she asked archly, her eyebrows quirked and a laugh in her voice as she teased him. "How altruistic of you to take the job. I've got it on good authority that 'looking after' me is a full time gig without many benefits." Wanda wondered if he actually felt like he was looking after her and maybe it was true, in a way, but it felt like a pretty equal exchange in her mind. They never had to ask one another for anything, provided plenty for each other and, as far as she knew, they weren't taking it for granted. This not--actual-relationship was, shockingly, the most functional one she'd ever been in. Wanda wasn't sure what that said about her, but she didn't think it was anything good.