As if there was even an option. The cookies weren't going to go bad if they had to wait, after all. And anyway, that tone of Jamie's coupled with hair tugging made Clint's stomach do some pretty impressive loop-de-loops and he was down on his knees before he even had a witty retort. Occasionally, his brain did not keep up with his reactions.
But hell, he was down there now, so he saw no reason not to tilt his head up -- even if it did cause more of a tug on his hair -- and offer a grin that was cocky as all hell.