For a moment Jamie seemed a little frozen when Clint pulled away wondering if he'd done something wrong. But then the explanation came with movement and he grinned sheepishly, "Ah, right. Well, you--" started it, he had tried to say but he was cut off as Clint kissed him again. That was alright. It wasn't important anyway. Kissing was much, much more important.
Only there was another pause and Jamie rolled his eyes, "Do you think I couldn't stop you if I wanted to? No matter how many... wonderful muscles you have, magic wins." Admittedly, he was not using his wand at the moment and was fairly certain it was falling inside of the couch somewhere. And also, his attention had gone to putting his hand on the center of Clint's chest and firmly attempting to push him backward, following along with it to get the upper hand. "Now shut up."