"I don't know if I could ask you to," he muttered, more to himself than Clint. The man had already lost the majority of one sense - why give up another just for a little play time? Jamie rubbed the back of his neck, frowning slightly. Yes, he cared too much.
As for the why, "Well, knowing you? It'd be for misbehaving when I tell you to do something. You're a bit of a bastard but I like that a lot." Both hands suddenly pointed fingers at Clint, "And just so you know - I will absolutely fuck you endlessly but I plan on riding that dick at some point."