Sleeping probably wasn't the right word for it, but Clint was definitely trying to give it a go, even if it wasn't really working. The ringing in his ears wasn't much allowing for it, even after he'd taken out one of his hearing aids (two was too many in an unfamiliar place, and he sure as hell wasn't going to fully miss out on some other slip that Jamie might offer).
"No," he said, waving his hand in a futile sort of gesture when he was poked at. "M'sleeping now." That'd help. Everything would make more sense later.