Yes, they could definitely say whatever and not feel like an asshole, the two of them. Usually, anyway. Clint wasn't sure it was a fair sort of thing to do when one of them had a head injury and the other one was admitting to carefully hidden and secret crushes. "It's a liquid gel that unclogs drains," he supplied helpfully before tipping his head back and swallowing the stuff.
Frankly, it tasted like what drain-o probably did too, and it took enough of an effort to keep it down where Clint actually started sweating. Which was probably rather unbecoming.
"Numbing?" he repeated in question, only half focused on Jamie's words since he was trying to sit still. And also because he was sort of waiting to see if he could feel the potion working.