"I don't know what you mean," Clint said, because he wasn't going to take advantage of friendly, even if Jan was offering. Also he didn't do it that often. Usually.
Unless he was in a funk. So like, right now they were fine.
"I'd love to," he said, although Clint wasn't very well known for his good choices in fashion. Or his bad choices in fashion either, really. He just sort of dressed like a normal dude. A jeans and t-shirts kind of dude. It was a thing. He was usually fine with it. But that didn't mean he couldn't dress nice. If someone made him. Or offered him clothes in order to do so.
That was true. Clint was sort of a soft touch when it came to any dog. There wasn't one he'd met he hadn't liked, yet. So that was something. "Bumblebee the second?" He asked, but he was grinning because -- yeah. That suited. That was adorable. Good on him for giving someone a great pet. He was proud of his past self. "Lucky'd totally love someone to romp with, so I'm into it. We'll have to. And oh! Uh, I'm staying with Kate, actually? She had a spare bedroom. So. Yeah. Apartment. Sorta."