Clint stared for a long moment at that response, because, well. That was a higher number than what he had expected. Maybe not all of them would show up here. It would make just wandering into Jamie's home incredibly difficult, and not nearly as private. Not that he, like, had any right to that privacy at the moment or anything. But still. "I know Captain America," he blurted, at a loss. Belatedly, he realized that Jamie probably did not know who that was.
Clint knew, of course, that Jamie was being serious about his threat -- or at least the reason behind it -- but that didn't mean that Clint didn't find it sort of funny. And a bit endearing. Nothing spoke of weird fondness like threatening bodily harm in order to have it avoided. Really, it was no wonder Clint was in the situation he was in now. This was right up his alley. "Uh-huh," he laughed, not at all placating, before grabbing the hand in front of his face in order to pull Jamie closer.
Probably, he should have asked permission for some kind of kiss, but Clint really only thought of that once his lips were inappropriately smashing into Jamie's.