Yeah, it kinda was self-centered. But frankly, Clint was so drawn to the appeal of a magical world, that he was more interested in talking about Jamie's anyway. So he hadn't really noticed that he wasn't talking much about his own.
The floating chair sort of reminded Clint of some disney movie he'd seen once, when he was little. Mickey Mouse and broomsticks and... something else. It was sort of funny, but maybe that was just the residual sleepiness talking, still. He sat in it, angling himself lazily over the arms of chair, and watched Jamie pet his cat even as Lucky (forever stoic about things floating through the air, apparently) curled up beside his newfound chair. "It's hard out there for a cat."