"What about fish?" Clint asked, with a bit of a sideways smile himself, because it simply couldn't be helped. "Oh, carp. I get it."
Why on earth Jamie had a potion that caused hysteria was beyond him, but it was a little on the creepy side. Then again, maybe he just collected. Kinda like Clint had trick arrows that were more or less useless. But they were arrows, so of course he just kept them. Albeit, not on a shelf, but still.
He frowned a little when the love potion was named, couldn't help but lean in close when Jamie offered to let him smell it -- but then paused before he actually did. "Personal, is it?" He asked -- and really, that made sense. Obsession and love were both secret things. Mysteries that weren't necessarily meant for everyone. But after that pause, he leaned in to smell it anyway.
It wasn't the clean, ocean scent of Bobbi, or anything cloying and dangerous like Natasha.