Jamie snorted in amusement at that particular statement. That didn't necessarily mean that he wanted to contribute to the levels of odd things in Clint's hair - with cookie dough anyway. He turned his head just enough to watch his thumb disappear and his eyebrows went up, "Fucking Christ, Clint." Right, nevermind. The dough-tipped fingers of his other hand went into his boyfriend's hair and pulled him back firmly. His voice was almost dark but murmured in Clint's ear, "Either get on your fucking knees right now or let me finish the damned cookies."