"That's a myth," Clint scoffed. "Totally a myth. It's right up there with... other myths." He couldn't think of a good example off hand, and wasn't that just embarrassing? Whatever. He had his mind on other things, currently.
"Seriously?" He went out, actively pouting a little even though he was probably too old for pouting. But look, that hadn't stopped him yet. "Because I was promised at least twelve things, and you're not even gonna deliver on kissing? Jeez, man." Clint tended to be a fast talker pretty much all the time, but he amped it up when he wanted to be distracting. Which here, he did. Because it gave him time to reach out and grab one of Jamie's hands and (admittedly, super unsexily) get his mouth on some of the cinnamon and sugar and dough on his fingers.