Jamie always seemed somewhat impressed with Clint and Clint had yet to figure out why but he wasn’t always going to complain about it or even doubt it. Not about everything, anyway. Not about this.
He arched a brow at the order, but smiled anyway, making the way across the rest of the room to stand in front of Jamie with zero percent shame over his own nudity — even if there were plenty of scars on him that most people wouldn’t be happy to show off. “So bossy,” he remarked, but wasn’t even complaining — especially not when he straddled Jamie's lap and then happily went about undoing each button of his shirt.