Clint would never really be able to relate to the celebrity parents thing, but he could sympathize a bit. Most of his relationships had been those kinds of ones where wrong place, right time sort of factored in. Being in traumatically grave danger apparently did fucked up things to the romance center of his brain. Stupid. Every time it was stupid.
"Dreamless sleep sounds a bit like a coma," Clint pointed out. Didn't people need dreams? To keep their brains active or something? He forgot. "But if it works..." Which clearly it did. And that was probably a good thing, considering what Clint had just witnessed.
A shape shifting potion was cool and all, but Clint was mostly just impressed over the Pepperup. "You could be an overnight billionaire, you realize? Wizards are just sitting around with a cure to the incurable and you don't even seem all that impressed."