That had Clint laughing, and it wasn't any kind of dark, seductive chuckle so much as it was a full on, goofy sort of giggle. Really, he couldn't help himself. "You think my muscles are wonderful?" He asked, clearly pleased about it.
Mind, he didn't get much time to be smug because next thing he knew, he was flopping back onto the couch and staring up at Jamie with a bemused sort of expression. "Shutting up," he agreed before making grabby hands at the other man, pulling him down with him in obvious encouragement just so that he could get back to the kissing part.