Clint wasn't looking for signs anyway -- he wasn't really in a place where multitasking was going to be happening. Then again, he also couldn't speak french, so Jamie's words -- beyond the obvious swear! -- were a mystery. A sexy, sexy mystery.
That hair pulling did a three-fer so far as Jamie's hopes went -- because Clint, not expecting it, flailed enough where he needed both of his hands to keep his balance. He gripped Jamie's hips like a life line, even has he made that telltale wet noise that wasn't quite a cough before he backed himself up a little.
He wondered if that noise was meant to be attractive to the person who was making it. He hadn't minded it. But he made a whining noise anyway, because Clint was nothing if not dramatic. And, okay, maybe a little needier than usual just now.