Clint was fine with overly domestic. At least, he was pretty sure he was. He'd never really had it before, but he'd always rather wished that he could have. So that had to mean something. "Great." He grinned, and it was boyish, excited, one hundred percent Clint. If he was a little bit excited about being able to show off his own personal skill -- well. He was, and it showed. "It's a date."