Jamie arched an eyebrow. Would he like the ex-wife? Probably not. Anyone who thought it was alright to drug someone was not okay in his book. They'd have to have a serious talk. Or extreme argument and a hexing. "Whatever you say, mate." And that was that.
He snorted slightly, "Oh, don't pout at me. You only look like a sad puppy and it doesn't make me feel like shutting up at all." But finally, Clint had landed from the candies and that was good. No more Fizzing Whizzbees for Barton, Jamie had decided.