Jamie just rolled his eyes slightly, obviously amused by the argument. What was he going to do with Clint? Other than keep him and love him, of course. That was just given. But without a word, he led them back to his bedroom though he paused before closing the door to shoo a cat away. The calico did not look pleased at having the door closed in her face but that wasn't Jamie's problem.
But now he pulled Clint closer, hands on the other man's hips. And maybe he was dragging him into a casual, very basic dance. And maybe he pressed his forehead to Clint's, quietly singing as if he needed to seduce Clint more, whipping out the French he rarely used anymore.