Fair. Clint totally did have great arms. Not that he was egotistical about it. But he was aware, particularly since it took a lot of effort to actually have the physique that he did. He grinned up at Jamie, pleased and a little flirty.
He rested his hands easily on Jamie's hips, like they just ought to have been there in the first place, thumbs pushing his shirt up just enough to touch actual skin (because he was at a disadvantage here). The kissing was good -- hell, better now that he wasn't at a weird angle, and he had to admit he liked the weight and warmth of someone (not just anyone) on top of him. It was -- well. Better than he figured would have happened earlier in the day.