"Stop what?" Clint asked with a seemingly innocent expression running across his face. Which didn't at all match actions. That wet-willie drew ever closer to Wanda's poor ear lobe. They wrestled around for a bit after that ignoring the television altogether. When the pair finally came to a stop Clint only then realized she had her legs wrapped around his waist. That made him think of other things they could be doing.. Which made Wanda's sudden attack all the more surprising for Clint. Ah the downside of sleeping with someone. They knew all of your weakpoints.
"What?" He managed only after a moment as he struggled between bouts of laughter. "What are you talking about? Fox News is romantic." That had him grinning back up at her. So she wanted a date? Like with flowers and shit? Huh. "Alright. Uncle.. Uncle! We'll go somewhere. We'll go.. to the, uh.. To the shooting range." Clint settled on with a wink as he rested both hands on her thighs.